Rudolf's eyes had closed again; old Sapt, who had not once spoken since the shot was fired, raised a haggard face to mine.
"We'd better fetch her to him," he said hoarsely.

I nodded my head.
Sapt went while I stayed by him.

Bernenstein came to him, bent down, and kissed his hand.

The young fellow, who had borne himself with such reckless courage and dash throughout the affair, was quite unmanned now, and the tears were rolling down his face.

I could have been much in the same plight, but I would not before Mr.Rassendyll.He smiled at Bernenstein.