"We shall be in the high road in a few minutes now," he said at length; but she did not reply. Her hands seemed to be relaxing their hold about his neck again; her weight had suddenly increased. He staggered hurriedly forward to the junction of the roads, and then sat down suddenly on a bank, still holding his precious charge in his arms. He shifted her head a little, so that he could look at her face. She did not attempt to speak, though he saw she was quite conscious. "There's some kind of vehicle coming along the road," he said at length, lifting his head suddenly. She did not reply, but her eyes seemed to search his face as though something perplexed her. "Are you easier resting?" he questioned. She closed her eyes slowly by way of reply; she was too spent to speak. "You have not yet told me who you are," he said at length. All thought of rank and station had passed out of his mind. They were on an equality while he sat there folding her in his arms. She opened her eyes again, and her lips moved, but no sound escaped them. In the distance the rattle of wheels sounded more and more distinct. "Help is coming," he whispered. "I'm sure it is." Her eyes seemed to smile into his, but no other answer was given. He looked eagerly toward the bend of the road, and after a few minutes a horse and carriage appeared in sight. "It's Dr. Barrow's carriage," he said half aloud. "Oh, this is fortunate!" He raised a shout as the carriage drew near. The coachman saw that something had happened, and pulled up suddenly. The doctor pushed his head out of the window, then turned the door-handle and stepped out on to the roadside. "Hello, Ralph Penlogan!" he said, rushing forward, "what is the meaning of this?" "She got thrown from her horse up against Treliskey Plantation," he answered. "Do you know who she is?" "Of course I know who she is!" was the quick reply. "Don't you know?" "No. I never saw her before. Do you think she will recover?" "Has she been unconscious all the time?" the doctor asked, placing his fingers on her wrist. "No; she's come to once or twice. I thought at first she was dead. There's a big cut on her head, which has bled a good deal." "She must be got home instantly," was the reply. "Help me to get her into the carriage at once!" It was an easy task for the two men. Dorothy had relapsed into complete unconsciousness again. Very carefully they propped her up in a corner of the brougham, while the doctor took his place by her side. Ralph would have liked to ride with them. He rather resented Dr. Barrow taking his place. He had a notion that nobody could support the unconscious girl so tenderly as himself. There was no help for it, however. He had to get out of the carriage and leave the two together. "Tell William," said the doctor, "to drive round to the surgery before going on to Hamblyn Manor." "To Hamblyn Manor?" Ralph questioned, with a look of perplexity in his eyes as he stood at the carriage door.