He knelt beside the groaning man and endeavored to stanch the red
gushing with his handkerchief. The youth stood by, gazing calmly on.

"What do you mean to do with him?" he asked.

"Send some of my people to take him to his home, and as soon as he is
sufficiently recovered to stand his trial for attempted murder--"

"For God's sake, Sir Everard!" faintly moaned the wounded man.

"Ah, you audacious villain, you can supplicate now! If I let you off
this time, my life would not be worth an hour's purchase."

"What did he call you?" asked the boy, with sudden, sharp anxiety in
his tone. "Whose life have I saved?"

"I am Sir Everard Kingsland, of Kingsland Court," the baronet answered.
"And you are--who?"

"Sir Everard Kingsland! And I have saved your life!"

"For which Heaven be praised! It is a very pleasant world, this, and I
have no desire just yet to leave it. Pray tell me the name of my
preserver!"

"Never mind my name; it is of no consequence who I am. I have a long
journey before me; I am very weary and footsore, and it is time I was
on my way."

"Weary and footsore?" repeated the baronet. "Nay--then all the more