I feel--rather rotten." As he spoke he caught hold of her arm to steady himself.

She caught him in her arms and eased him down upon the stubble.

With eyes closed and a face that looked like death he lay quite still.
"Jack," she cried aloud in her terror.

"Don't faint.

You must not faint." But white and ghastly he lay unconscious, the blood still welling right through the bandages on his wounded arm.