“But—surely not—”
“No, not dead, sir; but run through the body.”
“Tut, tut, tut!” ejaculated the colonel; and he turned now to Sir Robert with words of reproach on his lips, but the fixed look of pain and despair upon his officer’s features disarmed him, and he signed to the prisoner to enter.
“What shall I do now, father?” said Frank. “Let me fetch another doctor.”
“Nonsense, boy. Only a flesh wound. Go back to the Park at once; I want to hear what news there is.”
“Of the baron, father?”
“Yes; make haste. I must know how he is.”
Frank gave a quick, short nod, pressed his father’s hand, and hurried out, to find Andrew, whom he had forgotten for the moment, walking up and down in front of a knot of soldiers, looking as fretful as a trapped wolf in a cage.
“They wouldn’t let me come in,” he said impatiently.
“I only got in because I was supporting my father,” said Frank quickly. “Come along; I’m going to see how the baron is. Has the litter gone?”