Nell of Shorne Mills - Page 276/354

His quick ears had caught the heavy footsteps of the policeman, who came

running up, and, before he was asked to do so, he held out his hands for

the handcuffs.

"Is the cove dead?" he asked curtly; but no one answered him; indeed, no

answer was possible, for Falconer lay like one dead, and Drake, who

supported his head, could perceive no movement of the heart.

"One of you take a cart and go for the doctor," he said gravely.

As he spoke, Nell came toward them. The climax had been reached so

quickly that Falconer had been wounded and the burglar caught before she

could find strength to follow Drake; for the reaction which had followed

upon her discovery of the fact that he was unhurt had made her weaker

than the man's blow had done.

But now, as she saw the circle of men bending and kneeling round a

prostrate figure, her terror rose again and she hurried forward. Pushing

one of the men aside, she looked down, and with a cry fell on her knees

beside the unconscious man and gazed with horror-stricken eyes.

"He is dead! He is dead! He has killed him!" she moaned.

There was a moment's silence, while Drake looked at her with set face

and gloomy eyes; for at the anguish in her voice a pang of jealousy shot

through him, of envy; for how willingly he would have changed places

with the injured man!

He rose, lantern in hand, and went round to her.

"He is not dead," he said, almost inaudibly.

"Oh, thank God!" she breathed.

"But he is badly hurt, I am afraid," said Drake gravely. Then he turned

to the men. "We will carry him to the lodge. Gently!"

They lifted the wounded man and bore him along slowly. As they did so,

Nell walked by his side, and half unconsciously took his hand and held

it fast clasped in her trembling one. Even at that moment he saw her

actions, and his heart ached. Yes, to have Nell hold his hand thus, to

have her sweet eyes resting on him so tenderly, so anxiously, he would

have willingly been in Falconer's place.

They carried Falconer up to his room, and Drake, with the skill he had

acquired in many a knife-and-gun-shot accident, staunched the wound.

Falconer had been stabbed in the chest, and the blood was flowing, but

slowly.

Drake was so absorbed in the task that he had forgotten Dick's presence

until, looking up, he caught Dick's eye fixed on him with sheer wonder.