He tried to spring at his head, but was too late, for the horse was leaping madly. He fell back on his seat. "If he will keep the road," he muttered. I could not move my eyes from him. How pale he was! But he did not speak again. The horse ran a few rods, leaped across a ditch, clambered up a stone wall with his fore-feet, and fell backward! Dr. White was in my room, washing my face. There was a smell of camphor about the bed. "You crawled out of a small hole, my child," he said, as I opened my eyes. It was quite dark, but I saw people at the door, and two or three at the foot of my bed, and I heard low, constrained talking everywhere. "His iron feet made a dreadful noise on the stones, Doctor!" I shut my eyes again and dozed. Suddenly a great tumult came to my heart. "Was he killed?" I cried, and tried to rise from the bed. "Let me go, will you?" "He is dead," whispered Dr. White. I laughed loudly. "Be a good girl--be a good girl. Get out, all of you. Here, Miss Prior." "You are crying, Doctor; my eyes feel dry." "Pooh, pooh, little one. Now I am going to set your arm; simple fracture, that's all. The blow was tempered, but you are paralyzed by the shock." "Miss Prior, is my face cut?" "Not badly, my dear." My arm was set, my face bandaged, some opium administered, and then I was left alone with Miss Prior. I grew drowsy, but suffered so from the illusion that I was falling out of bed that I could not sleep. It was near morning when I shook off my drowsiness and looked about; Miss Prior was nodding in an arm-chair. I asked for drink, and when she gave it to me, begged her to lie down on the sofa; she did not need urging, and was soon asleep. "What room is he in?" I thought. "I must know where he is." I sat up in the bed, and pushed myself out by degrees, keeping my eyes on Miss Prior; but she did not stir. I staggered when I got into the passage, but the cool air from some open window revived me, and I crept on, stopping at Alice's door to listen. I heard a child murmur in its sleep. He could not be there. The doors of all the chambers were locked, and I must go downstairs. I went into the garden-room--the door was open, the scent of roses came in and made me deadly sick; into the dining-room, and into the parlor--he was there, lying on a table covered with a sheet. Alice sat on the floor, her face hid in her hands, crying softly. I touched her. She started on seeing me. "Go away, Cassy, for God's sake! How came you out of bed?" "Hush! Tell me!" And I went down on the floor beside her. "Was he dead when they found us?" She nodded. "What was said? Did you hear?" "They said he must have made a violent effort to save you. The side of the chaise was torn. The horse kicked him after you were thrust out over the wheel. Or did you creep out?" I groaned. "Why did he thrust me out?" "What?" "Where is Aspen?"