“But I don’t understand,” he cried angrily. “You said my horse fell. I can’t remember.”
“But you will soon. Try and go to sleep.”
“Don’t be absurd, boy. Here, help me to get—”
He did not finish his sentence but tried to raise himself and then lay perfectly still, with his jaw dropped, and a look of horror in his eyes.
“Neil—my boy,” he said piteously, “I can’t move. This sudden weakness—I—yes—I remember now. The Don fell with me. Quick—tell me—am I much hurt?”
“I hope not, sir. It was a bad fall, but there are no bones broken.”
“But—”
He stopped, and looked wildly at his son.
“Father, you must try and be calm,” said Neil firmly.
“Ralph, dearest—pray—pray—be calm,” said Aunt Anne.