But her further utterance was interrupted by the almost hysterical entrance upon the scene of Mrs. Carter, who flew from one girl to the other pale and tremulous, endeavoring to assure herself, by repeated embraces, that they were not dead. In a few moments a miscellaneous crowd had clustered around our party, through which Mary, who had witnessed the accident from her window, rushed to greet her friends. To add to the confusion, little Laura, her nerves unstrung by the scene, was wailing piteously; so that, for a moment, we forgot the Don. “Look! oh, look!” suddenly cried Lucy, in an excited voice; and seizing me by the arm, she gave me a push. “Quick! quick!” said she, pointing towards our deliverer. He was leaning heavily against the lamp-post, which, for support, he had clasped with his arms; but, their hold relaxed, they had fallen and hung listlessly by his side. With pallid face, vacant, upturned eyes, and parted lips, he was slowly sinking to the ground. I sprang forward, but too late to catch him as he fell, or, rather, sank gently to the pavement, his head finding a pillow in the body of the dead horse. “Who is he, Mary? How was he hurt?” asked Mrs. Carter, eagerly, as she saw Lucy hurrying to his side, and bending over him with an expression of agonized terror in her face. “It is the Don. He tried to stop the horses, but was knocked down, and then both they and the carriage passed over his body.” Mrs. Carter was by his side in an instant. His eyes were closed, but opening them slightly, and seeing her sympathizing looks, a faint smile illumined his ashy-pale features. “Ask some of these people,” whispered Mrs. Carter, “to help you carry him into the house.” He seemed to hear her, for his eyes opened again and his lips moved, though they gave forth no sound. “What’s the m-m-m-matter, Jack?” Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I turned and saw my friend Charley. “What, you in the city! You are just in time. We want to take this gentleman into Mr. Carter’s.” Charley and I took hold of his head and shoulders, some volunteers his body and limbs, and, lifting him gently, we moved towards the house. Some papers fell out of his breast-pocket as we raised him from the ground, which Charley gathered together and put into his own pocket for the time being. “Where shall we take him?” I inquired, as we entered the hall.