"No, no," cried the doctor. "The other way. Not face downwards." The patient was in a sitting position on the gravel, laughing idiotically, and trying to troll out portions of a song, but as he felt himself seized and lifted from the ground his whole manner changed: he struggled furiously, his face became distorted, and he burst forth into a tirade of oaths and curses directed at all in turn. "Steady, guv'nor!" said the fly-man, as he held on tightly to one leg. "Steady, you ain't a swimming. Kicks out like a frog." "Don't let go, whatever you do," said the doctor. "Not I, sir. I'll hold on. My! he have had his whack. We can do a bit of a swear here in England, but these American gents could give any of us fifty out of a hundred." "Be silent, man!" said the lawyer sternly, as they neared the flight of stone steps leading up to the front door. Then aloud, "Rachel, take Miss Bellwood to the dining-room and stay there." Mrs Hampton took Gertrude's hand, but she was quietly repulsed, and the girl stood just inside the hall, as the sick man was carried up the stone steps, and then into the study, where they placed him on a couch, from which he tried to struggle up, cursing and blaspheming all the time. "Had you not better go, Gertrude?" whispered Saul, as he left the other three holding his companion down. She paid no heed to his words, but stood holding Mrs Hampton's wrist, gazing down at the struggling brute. "Here you, Mr Saul, get something--a table cover will do, or a rope. We must tie him down. Better go, Miss Gertrude. I'll get him calm after a bit." Gertrude made no reply even to this, but stood gazing as if fascinated, and shuddering slightly as she heard the coarse, ruffianly language and blasphemies directed at all in turn. "This settles it," said Mrs Hampton to herself, as, in obedience to a summons, Mrs Denton brought in a couple of sheets, and then stood weeping silently and wringing her hands, as she saw the doctor deftly fold the sheets, and passing one across the struggling man's chest, give place to Saul, who knelt upon his friend, while the broad bandage was tightly secured right under the couch. A second band was fastened across his legs, and then Mr Hampton turned to the fly-man, who stood smiling at the scene. "Thankye, sir," he said, touching his forehead. "Like such a job every day. Lor'," he said to himself, as he went down the gravel path to the iron gates, "when gents does go it, they does go it and no mistake. That must be champagne, that must; beer and gin wouldn't never make me like him." "Now," said the doctor, as soon as the fly-man had driven off, "I must have this got from the nearest chemist's. Under the circumstances, Mr Saul, I must ask you to go and fetch it. They'll be shut up for the night, but I must have the drugs."