I heard one of the men tell the fellows who were guarding us that your stroke had cut off one of his ears, and laid his cheek bare from the eye to the chin.

I fancy that he was too badly hurt to come to us, but in any case he would not have cared to show himself, in so terrible a plight." "We must admit that, with all his faults, he was brave," Desmond said; "for, in spite of his pain and weakness, and of the fact that his head was enveloped in bandages, he sprang from his litter, leapt into one of the saddles we had emptied, and, single handed, made for me, until my man cut his career short with a bullet.
"As you go through Croc, it might be well that you should send one of the villagers off to his castle, to tell them that their master is lying dead here, when doubtless they will send out a party to fetch in his body." By this time, Mademoiselle de Pointdexter had recovered from her faint.

She held out her hand to Desmond, as he stood bareheaded beside the door.
"You have rescued me again, Monsieur Kennedy," she said; "for, though life seems worthless to me now, you have saved me from far worse than death.

That you have so saved me, for my father's sake as well as my own, I thank you with all my heart." "I would have you still hope, mademoiselle.

We know that Monsieur de la Vallee fell, but many men fall from their horses when wounded, even when the wound is not vital.