But to the honour of Charles James Juxon be it said that such thoughts never crossed his mind.

He pulled off his heavy ulster greatcoat, wrapped it about the felon's insensible body, then, kneeling, raised up his head and shoulders, got his strong arms well round him and with some difficulty rose to his feet.

Once upright, it was no hard matter to carry his burthen through the trees to the road, and up the avenue to his own door.
"Holmes," said Mr.Juxon to his butler, "this man is badly hurt, but he is alive.

Help me to carry him upstairs." There was that in the squire's voice which brooked neither question nor delay when he was in earnest.

The solemn butler took Walter Goddard by the feet and the squire took him by the shoulders; so they carried him up to a bedroom and laid him down, feeling for the bed in the dark as they moved.