The gallant fellow had tried to hide his hurt with his handkerchief, but the handkerchief was soaked with blood, and the man, exhausted by hunger, violent emotions, and this last blow, felt neither his trouble nor his joy.

He was lifted with tender pity into the break, and the blood stanched, and stimulants applied by the doctor.

But Grace would have his head on her bosom, and her hand in Walter's.

Fortunately, the doctor was no other than that physician who had attended Colonel Clifford in his dangerous attack of internal gout.

We say fortunately, for patients who have endured extremities of hunger have to be treated with very great skill and caution.