"No, no! Certainly not." But even as he spoke Hilliard had a prevision
of the truth. Although he would not admit as much as Esmeralda, there
had been something in the Major's bearing which had struck him
unpleasantly since the moment of meeting, and his reckless riding had
deepened the impression. "You go on," he said earnestly, "and I will
ride back and see. Perhaps he took a look at the brook and then had to
come round after all, which would make him late. Please go on, Miss
Joan."
But Esmeralda looked him full in the eyes and turned her horse back
towards the brook.
"I am going back myself. If there has been an accident, it is I who
should be there. Don't hinder me, Mr Hilliard. I must go to my
father."
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.
TROUBLE AT KNOCK.
The Major was lying on the bank of the stream, white and motionless,
while Black Bess was pawing the air in agony a few yards away.
Esmeralda slipped from her saddle and ran to his side, and he opened his
eyes and smiled at her feebly.
"Joan, my girl! That's right. My--own--fault! I had no business to
try it, but I was--mad, I think. That poor beast!" and he turned away
his head, unable to look upon the animal's struggles. "I can't move.
Get a cart--O'Brien's farm."
"I'll go! I can see the chimneys. I'll bring help at once. I'll bring
back men with me, and we'll lift him with less pain."
Hilliard dashed off in the direction of the farm, and Joan knelt down
and lifted her father's head on to her knee. He tried to smile
encouragement into the ashen face.
"It might have been worse, dear! She threw me clear of the water, and
I've no pain. I shall be all right when I get home, and have a rest."
"Yes, darling, yes. Of course you will," answered Esmeralda bravely.
Accidents in the hunting-field were unfortunately no new thing to her,
and her heart died within her as she looked at the helpless limbs, and
heard her father's words. Over and over again had she heard old
huntsmen marvel at the unconsciousness of those who were most mortally
injured. Absence of pain, combined with loss of power in the limbs,
meant serious injury to the spine, yet it seemed as if, with the
comparative comfort of the body, there must be a dulling of the mental
powers, since the victim frequently congratulated himself on his escape,
and seemed to forget the experiences of others!
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account