CAPTURES ON BOTH SIDES Though Theydon was in first-rate athletic trim, that blow on the throat had nearly stunned him.

The effort to rise promptly and bear a hand in the imminent capture of one whom he regarded as something akin to a homicidal maniac had imposed a further strain on his resources, and it was possible that he did actually lose his senses during a couple of seconds.
In all likelihood, too, he changed color slightly, because the next thing he was aware of was the note of alarm in Evelyn's voice when she cried excitedly: "Mr.Theydon is really very ill.

I'm sure we ought to try and revive him." At that he reopened his eyes and looked at her whimsically.

Nature, in fact, had put forth a supreme effort; from that moment he recovered rapidly.
Winter took a calmly professional view of the younger man's collapse.
"There's nothing to worry about, Miss Forbes," he assured the agitated girl.

"Our friend has just escaped being knocked insensible, if not killed.