"I was looking at one of those old tombs yonder--somebody wants some repairs doing--and the jackdaws were making such a to-do up there by the roof I glanced up at them.

And I saw this man thrown through that door--fairly flung through it! God!--do you think I could mistake my own eyes ?" "Did you see who flung him ?" asked Bryce.
"No; I saw a hand--just for one second, as it might be--by the edge of the doorway," answered Varner.

"I was more for watching him! He sort of tottered for a second on the step outside the door, turned over and screamed--I can hear it now!--and crashed down on the flags beneath." "How long since ?" demanded Bryce.
"Five or six minutes," said Varner.

"I rushed to him--I've been doing what I could.

But I saw it was no good, so I was running for help--" Bryce pushed him towards the bushes by which they were standing.
"Take me to him," he said.