Not quiet, for he is turning about, with quick-beating pulse, and brain in a condition of delirium.
For a night and a part of a day they keep by his bedside--all three, sister, brother, and doctor, grouped there, or going and coming.

They know who the wounded man is, though ignorant of how he came by his wounds, or what strange chance left him stranded on the Staked Plain.
They have no hope of knowing until he may regain consciousness and recover.

And of this the doctor has some doubt; when asked, shaking his head ominously, till the spectacles get loosened upon his nose.
But, though the prognosis remain uncertain, the diagnosis is learnt in a manner unexpected.

Before noon of the next day the hounds are heard baying outside; and the watchers by the sick-bed, summoned forth, see one approaching--a personage whose appearance causes them surprise.

Any one seen there would do the same, since for months no stranger had come near them.