A sudden cry aroused them both in time

To see a horse, with empty saddle, dash[382]

Across the road and leap the hedge. While yet

They stood amazed some field hands moving slow,

Came up the shaded walk[383] bearing between

Their swarthy forms the helpless body of

A man. With almost woman’s tenderness

Mark Lysle made haste to have the wounded youth

Borne to his choicest room, and summoned quick

A surgeon, nor would rest until assured