"You must be brave, Irene! Warren has had a very bad fall."
"Where is he?" she asked again.
"He attempted to leap the churchyard wall and follow the hounds. It is a dangerous jump, and the horse fell, throwing him heavily."
"Then why do you delay? Ride for assistance at once! We will go to him," she said, and started off at a rapid pace in the direction of Glen church.
This was Ulick's opportunity. He stepped up to his father, and said—
"Do what you can to comfort her. He's in the churchyard, lying on Harewood's vault. I am better away."
"He is not——?" asked the Squire, and paused.
Ulick nodded. "He fell on his head on the slab and broke his neck. Now go after her."
"Call out to her to stop; I can hardly limp along," said the Squire.
"Irene!" called Ulick.