Walter Goddard lay quite still upon his back.

If he was badly wounded it was not possible to say where the wound was.
It was a terrible moment.

Mr.Juxon felt that he could not leave the man thus, not knowing whether he were alive or dead; and yet while all his strength was exerted to the full in controlling the bloodhound, it was impossible to approach a step nearer.

He was beginning to think that he should be obliged to take Stamboul to the Hall and return again to the scene of the disaster.
"Mr.Juxon! Juxon! Juxon!" John was shouting as he ran up the park.
"This way! look sharp!" yelled the squire, foreseeing relief.

John's quick footsteps rang on the hard road.