violence, he produced a lancet and summarily reduced the swelling by
lancing it. He then dressed the puncture neatly with appliances for
that purpose which he carried about him, and shouted in Mellish's
ear to rouse him. But the trainer only groaned, and let his head
drop inert on his breast. More shouting was resorted to, but in
vain. Cashel impatiently expressed an opinion that Mellish was
shamming, and declared that he would not stand there to be fooled
with all the evening.

"If he was my pal 'stead o' yours," said the man with the broken
nose, "I'd wake him up fast enough."

"I'll save you the trouble," said Cashel, coolly stooping and
seizing between his teeth the cartilage of the trainer's ear.

"That's the way to do it," said the other, approvingly, as Mellish
screamed and started to his feet. "Now, then. Up with you."

He took Mellish's right arm, Cashel took the left, and they brought
him away between them without paying the least heed to his tears,
his protestations that he was hurt, his plea that he was an old man,
or his bitter demand as to where Cashel would have been at that
moment without his care.

Lord Worthington had taken advantage of this accident to slip away
from his travelling companions and drive alone to his lodgings in
Jermyn Street. He was still greatly excited; and when his valet, an
old retainer with whom he was on familiar terms, brought him a
letter that had arrived during his absence, he asked him four times
whether any one had called, and four times interrupted him by scraps