Marple swung round and set off across the field, and Crestwick understood why the gun was wanted when he glanced at the fallen horse. Nasmyth informed him that nothing could be done until the doctor came, and he turned away toward where his sister was waiting. His forehead and hands were torn and he was conscious of a bad ache in his back where a hoof had struck, but these things scarcely troubled him. He was overwhelmed, horror-stricken; and the shock of seeing Lisle crushed and senseless was not the only cause of it. Bella, gasping after her run, with hair shaken loose about her face, seemed to be suffering from the same sensation that unnerved him. "Is he dead?" she asked falteringly. "No. Badly hurt, I think." "Ah!" she exclaimed with intense relief. "I was most horribly afraid." She paused before she resumed: "You were close by the hurdles." Jim knew she meant that he must have seen what happened, but, shaking as he was, he looked hard at her, wondering in a half-dazed fashion what reply he should make. He thought her suspicions were aroused. "You were some way back; you couldn't have seen anything plainly," he ventured. "I was very near--looking back toward them--when they crossed the field before the jump. You've gone all to pieces. What did you see?" "I can't talk about it now," Jim broke out. "He's coming back." Gladwyne had dismounted and was with some difficulty leading the chestnut toward the hedge. His face was white; he moved with a strong suggestion of reluctance; and when he reached the spot where Lisle lay he seemed to have trouble in speaking. "Is it dangerous?" he asked. "I can't tell," Nasmyth answered sternly. "Shoulder's smashed; don't know if that's the worst. Why didn't you pull up the brute or send him at the hedge to the right?" "He's hard in the mouth--you know his temper. You couldn't have turned him." "I'd have tried, if I'd had to bring him down and break his neck!" Nasmyth checked himself, for this was not the time for recriminations, and Millicent, who had been running hard, brushed past them. She did not stop until she bent over Lisle. Then she turned to Nasmyth with fear in her strained expression. "I think he'll get over it," Nasmyth told her. "I won't take the responsibility of having him moved until the doctor arrives." "Quite right," agreed Batley, walking up and casting a swift and searching glance at Gladwyne. "But you can't let him lie on the wet grass!" Millicent expostulated. "I'm afraid we must; it's safest," said Batley. "The shock's not so much to be dreaded with a man of his kind." He and Nasmyth took charge of the situation, sternly refusing to listen to all well-meant suggestions, until at last the doctor and Marple came hurrying across the field. The former hastily examined the injured man and then looked up at Nasmyth. "Upper arm gone, close to the shoulder joint," he announced. "Collar-bone too. I'll give him some brandy. Shout to those fellows with the stretcher."