"Yes--through the arm," said Leigh faintly. "Better directly. Can you keep him down, Wilton?" "Oh yes, I'll keep the beggar down," said Claud, cocking the pistol. "Do you hear, you sir? You move a hand and as sure as I've got you here, I'll fire. Send for a doctor someone." "No, no," cried Leigh, a little more firmly; "not yet;" and he drew a handkerchief from his pocket and folded it with one hand. "Tie this tightly round my arm." "You take the pistol then--that's it--and let the brute have it if he stirs. I won't get off him. Kneel down." Leigh obeyed after taking the pistol, and Claud bound the handkerchief tightly round his arm. "Hurt you?" "Yes; but the sickness is going off. Tighter: it will stop the bleeding." "All right; but I say, we had better have in a doctor," said Claud excitedly. "Not yet. We don't want an expose," said Leigh anxiously. "Shall I go for one, sir?" said the housekeeper. "No. How is she now?" said Leigh anxiously. "Just the same, sir," said the woman, stifling her sobs. "I'll come in a moment or two. Go back; there is nothing to fear now." A burst of hysterical sobbing came from the front door, where Becky was crouching down, with her face buried in her hands. "Take her with you," said Leigh hastily; and he stood before Garstang while Becky walked into the library, shivering with dread. "Here, you hold up, what's your name," cried Claud. "You behaved like a trump. It's all right; he can't hurt you now." "No," said Leigh, in a harsh whisper, as the two women passed in and the door swung to; "nor anyone else. Look." "Eh?" said Claud wonderingly. "What at?" "Don't you see?" said Leigh, bending down and turning Garstang's head a little on one side. "Ugh!" ejaculated Claud. "Blood! I didn't mean that. Why, he must have hit his head on that bit of marble." "Yes," answered Leigh, after a brief examination, "the skull is fractured. We must get him away from here." "Not dangerous, is it, doctor?" said Claud, aghast. Leigh made no answer, but rose to his feet and sat down on one of the hall chairs. "What is it--faint?" said Claud. "Yes--get me--something--he cannot move." "She seems to be more like sleeping now, sir," said the housekeeper, appearing at the door. "Oh, no, no; don't let him get up!" "It's all right, old lady. Here, got any brandy? The doctor's hurt, and faint." "Yes, sir; yes, sir," said the woman, glancing in a horrified way, at the two injured men, as she passed into the dining-room, from which she returned directly with a decanter and glass. "It's port wine, sir," she said in a trembling voice; and she poured out a glass. Leigh drained it, and rose to his feet. "I will come back directly," he said. "That's right. I say, I don't quite like his looks." Leigh bent over the prostrate man, but said nothing, and passed into the library, where he spent five minutes in attendance upon Kate; and at the end of that time he rose with a sigh of relief.