"Knocked my hat off, into the bargain, and then ran away with Stamboul after him.

If I had not come up in time there would have been nothing left of him." "I should say the dog saved your life," remarked John, much impressed by the squire's unadorned tale.

"What object can the fellow have had in attacking you?
Strange--his eyes are open, but he does not seem to understand us." Mr.Juxon walked to the bedside and contemplated the sick man's features with undisguised disgust.
"You villain!" he said roughly.

"Why don't you answer for yourself ?" The man did not move, and the squire began to pace the room.

John was struck by Mr.Juxon's tone: it was not like him, he thought, to speak in that way to a helpless creature.