"Dead ?" The old man felt the breast of the unconscious man.

He smiled grimly.

"He is lucky not to be dead." "What shall we do ?" the girl asked again with a white face.
The old man stooped and lifted the unconscious form in his arms as though it was that of a child.

"Where are you going ?" she asked anxiously, as he moved away.
"To the hut in the juniper wood," he answered.

She watched till he had disappeared with his limp burden into the depths of the trees.