Mr.
Marsden looked down: "Hang these old men! always in the way," said he, plaintively, and in the tone of a much-injured person, and, with that, Mr.Marsden rode on.
But the others, who were younger--who were not gamblers--who were not yet grinded down into stone by the world's wheels--the others halted.
Arthur Beaufort leaped from his horse, and the old man was already in his arms; but he was severely hurt.

The blood trickled from his forehead; he complained of pains in his side and limbs.
"Lean on me, my poor fellow! Do you live far off?
I will take you home." "Not many yards.

This would not have happened if I had had my dog.

Never mind, sir, go your way.

It is only an old man--what of that?
I wish I had my dog." "I will join you," said Arthur to his friends; "my groom has the direction.