I encountered another large and living body rushing in my direction, and the encounter was so violent that I fell back on the ice and sleet, half stunned.
In a few moments I recovered and sat up.
Dr. Ambrose was sitting on a stone and looking at me, his eyes full of reproach. He pointed to a purple contusion on his forehead.
"You did that," he said.
I felt of a growing lump over my left ear.
"You did that," I said.
He surveyed me, still with reproach.
"I took you for Colonel Hetherill," he said.
I put some reproach into my own gaze.