The bystanders had witnessed the fall--they crowded to the spot--they took the fallen man from the weak arms of the son--the head groom examined him with the eye of one who had picked up science from his experience in such casualties.
"Speak, brother!--where are you hurt ?" exclaimed Robert Beaufort.
"He will never speak more!" said the groom, bursting into tears.

"His neck is broken!" "Send for the nearest surgeon," cried Mr.Robert.

"Good God! boy! don't mount that devilish horse!" But Arthur had already leaped on the unhappy steed, which had been the cause of this appalling affliction.

"Which way ?" "Straight on to -- --, only two miles--every one knows Mr.Powis's house.
God bless you!" said the groom.

Arthur vanished.
"Lift him carefully, and take him to the house," said Mr.Robert.