Derrick was moving away, when suddenly he heard a warning cry. He looked up and saw the mass of metal descending, though the baggage man had not given the word. It was a swift upward glance, and as swiftly he swerved aside. Then he felt a sharp but heavy pain on his shoulder, and fell. He was conscious of a number of voices shouting, of vague forms hurrying towards him, then all became a blank. When he recovered consciousness he found himself lying in one of the living vans. He tried to move, but the upper part of his body felt as if it were made of lead. He opened his eyes and looked round him. Someone, a tall figure, bent over him, and laid a hand on his forehead. He looked up and, with a struggle for consciousness, saw that the face above him was Isabel's. "What's the matter--what is it?" he asked, and, to his surprise and consternation, his voice sounded hollow and weak. She dropped on her knees beside him, her hand still on his brow. "You've been ill," she whispered. "Don't move. I don't think you ought to speak. Stay quite still." "But why?" he asked, with gentle impatience. "Why am I lying here, and what's the matter with me?" "You've been hurt," she said, in a voice that was trembling as well as low. "It was the lamp. Don't you remember?" Derrick knit his brows and tried to recall the past just before he became unconscious. "The lamp--Jackman!" he said, with a frown that turned to a grin; for even at that moment he appreciated the neatness of Mr. Jackman's revenge. "Don't think of it," Isabel said, her hand becoming caressing, as she passed it over his forehead. "You needn't be afraid; the beast has disappeared. Yes, he bolted, or it would have been the worse for him. The men----" Her eyes flashed, her white, even teeth clenched together. "It was a wonder you weren't killed; if you hadn't moved, just at the moment you did----" "Am I badly hurt?" asked Derrick, anxiously. "Am I going to be laid up? Awful nuisance!" "No," she said; "it was your collar-bone. It is all right now. It struck your head, too. That's why you were unconscious. We brought a doctor along with us. He'll be here presently. They wanted to take you to the hospital, but Mr. Bloxford--all of us--couldn't leave you behind." "I'm glad you didn't," said Derrick. "I shall be all right presently. I feel better already. And you have been nursing me?" he asked. A blush rose to the clear olive of her face, and she smiled, a heavenly smile, for this was a very beautiful woman, and when a beautiful woman smiles the gods nod approval. "You see, I was used to it. I was a nurse once; but I couldn't stick it--too quiet. Alice has been helping me," she added, as if forced to make the admission. "I say, you have been awfully good to me," said Derrick, gratefully. "Oh, that's all right," she said. "I--I like it. Like old times, you know. I must go and tell Mr. Bloxford; he's been like a sick monkey fretting over its young."