With mighty effort he held to his, pose of inert senselessness.
"That's Bobby Burns," he heard Claire saying in reply to her brother's first question.

"He's guarding Mr.Brice.

When I ran out here with the water and the cloths, I found him standing above him.

But--oh, Milo--" "Brice ?" snapped Milo Standish, glowering on the fallen man his sister was brooding over.

"Brice?
Who's Brice?
D'you mean that chap?
Lucky I got him, even if the other one did give me the slip! Let me take a look at him.