A surgeon will be here very shortly.
I sent a messenger on to Dijon for one at the same time I sent to you." The marquis stayed outside for a few minutes while the domestics handed round great silver cups full of spiced wine, and then bidding good-bye to his guests entered the chateau just as the surgeon rode up to the entrance.
"Please tell us all about it," his daughters asked him when, having seen the surgeon set the broken bone and bandage the wound, operations which Ernest bore with stoical firmness, he went down to the salon where his daughters were anxiously expecting him.

"All about it, please.

We have heard nothing, for Harry went upstairs with Ernest, and has not come down again." The marquis told the whole story, how the wolf had made his escape unseen through the cordon round his lair, and had passed within the sight of the two boys some distance away, and how they had hunted it down and slain it.

The girls shuddered at the story of the death of the wood-cutter and the short but desperate conflict with the wolf.
"Then Ernest has the principal honour this time," the eldest girl said.
"It is pretty evenly divided," the marquis said.

"You see Ernest brought the wolf to bay by breaking its shoulder, and struck the first blow as it was flying upon Harry, who had been thrown from his horse.