His eyes glared wildly round, then fell and fastened on the ground,
and for a few moments he remained immovable as a statue, after which,
with an air of dejection, he turned as if about to enter the hut. At
that moment the report of a gun from the shore close by was heard, and
looking, up he saw a man fall from the sloping bank upon the beach.

If there had been any appearance of weakness or infirmity before in
the Recluse, it now vanished. Nothing could exceed the promptitude and
energy of his movements. To rush to the water, to throw himself into
a boat, to unfasten it from the stake to which it was tied, and with a
vigorous push to send it half-way across the channel, was the work of
but an instant. A few dextrous and strong strokes of the paddle soon
sent it grating on the pebbled shore, and with a bound he was by the
side of the prostrate man. He lay with his face to the ground, with
one arm stretched out, and the other cramped up beneath his body. Near
him the leaves and grass were stained with drops of blood, and at a
short distance a gun was lying.

The old man passed his arm around the stranger, to raise him from his
recumbent position. The motion must have occasioned pain, for a low
groan was heard. But it, at least, attested the presence of life,
and there was consolation in even those sad sounds. With all the
tenderness of a mother he raised the wounded man in his arms, and
endeavored to discover the place and character of the wound, in order
to staunch, if possible, the bleeding. But it was soon apparent that
all such attempts would be useless, and only tend to aggravate the
pain without leading to any desirable result, so long as the clothing
was allowed to remain on. The better course seemed to be to remove him
immediately to the hut. As gently, therefore, as possible, the old man
bore him to the boat, and deposited him upon its bottom. A few strokes