“Very gravely, as far as I can tell after so slight an examination.”
“He will not die?” she cried, with the tears streaming down her cheeks.
“I hope not. I will do my best to save him.”
“Yes, yes; of course. But we must not waste time. Sir, he once saved my life. Oh, pray, pray make haste!”
“Yes. Forward, my lads!”
“But where are you taking him?”
“To the nearest inn.”
“Oh, no—no—no!” she cried. “He ought to be taken to where he will be properly attended.”
“Yes; but it is impossible for the men to carry him all the way to Ratcham. If you would drive on and give notice at the barracks, they would send their ambulance and take him at once to the hospital.”
“The hospital?” said the girl piteously.