Then there was a pause, during which Lopez supported the sufferer.

"I thought that it was all over with me at one moment." "You will be better now." "Oh, yes.

My watch is gone!" "I fear it is," said Lopez.
"And my purse," said Wharton, collecting his strength together sufficiently to search for his treasures.

"I had eight L5 notes in it." "Never mind your money or your watch if your bones are not broken." "It's a bore all the same to lose every shilling that one has." Then they walked very slowly away towards the steps at the Duke of York's column, Wharton regaining his strength as he went, but still able to progress but leisurely.

Lopez had not found his hat, and, being covered with blood, was, as far as appearances went, in a worse plight than the other.