Or rather--flung!" panted Varner.

"Somebody--couldn't see who, nohow--flung him right through yon doorway, up there.

He fell right over the steps--crash!" Bryce looked over the tops of the yews and cypresses at the doorway in the clerestory to which Varner pointed--a low, open archway gained by the half-ruinous stair.

It was forty feet at least from the ground.
"You saw him--thrown!" he exclaimed.

"Thrown--down there?
Impossible, man!" "Tell you I saw it!" asserted Varner doggedly.