It was, as it were, an answer to the "Oh, Orlando!" which had been ringing in his ears.

There, lying upon the ground beside the horse, with its broken leg caught in a gopher's hole, was Louise.
Orlando's ruddy face turned white; something seemed to blind him for an instant, and then he was on his knees beside her, lifting up her head, feeling her heart.

Presently the colour came back to his face with a rush.

Her heart was beating; her pulse trembled under his fingers; she was only unconscious.

But was there other injury?
Was arm or leg broken?
He called to her.