He may be bleeding to death.

I must tell--" But Polly clung to her.

"They'll find him safe enough, Miss Dorothea.
There's Sam, now--hark!--at the backdoor bell: he'll tell them." "Sam!" "Sam Zeally, Miss." "But I don't understand," Dorothea stammered; with a sharp suspicion of treachery, she pushed the girl from her.

"Was Zeally mounting guard tonight?
If I thought--don't tell me it was a trap! Oh, you wicked girl!" "No; it wasn't," answered Polly, sulkily.

"I don't know nothing of Sam's movements.