He was running like a madman.

As Charles looked he saw him pitch suddenly forward out of sight and heard a heavy fall.

If Charles ever ran in his life, it was then.

As he swiftly let himself drop over the wall, lower than Raymond had taken it, he saw Ralph and Dare, followed by the others, come streaming down the slope in the moonlight, spreading as they came.

It was now or never.
He rushed up the fosse under cover of the wall, and almost stumbled over a prostrate figure, which was helplessly trying to raise itself on its hands and knees.
"Danvers, it's me," gasped Raymond, turning a white tortured face feebly towards him.