Don't be frightened--he is not hurt in the least; awfully bad luck for the tramp, though!" "The tramp ?" repeated Mrs.Goddard with a faint cry of horror.
"Yes," said John, whose spirits rose wonderfully in the light of the dog-cart lamps.

"There was a poor tramp hanging about the park--poaching, very likely--and Mr.Juxon's dog got after him, somehow, I suppose.

I do not know how it happened, but when I came up--oh! here is Mr.Juxon himself--he will tell you all about it." The squire came up in breathless haste, having locked Stamboul into the house.
"Good Heavens! Mrs.Goddard!" he ejaculated in a tone of profound surprise.

But Mrs.Goddard gave no answer.

The squire sprang upon the step and looked closely at her.