Then he resigned the hunt, and rode back.
Sir Charles's cap was crushed in, and there was blood on his white waistcoat; he was very pale, and quite insensible.
The gentlemen raised him, with expressions of alarm and kindly concern, and inquired of each other what was best to be done.
Richard Bassett saw an opportunity to conciliate opinion, and seized it.

"He must be taken home directly," said he.

"We must carry him to that farmhouse, and get a cart for him." He helped carry him accordingly.

The farmer lent them a cart, with straw, and they laid the insensible baronet gently on it, Richard Bassett supporting his head.

"Gentlemen," said he, rather pompously, "at such a moment everything but the tie of kindred is forgotten." Which resounding sentiment was warmly applauded by the honest squires.
They took him slowly and carefully toward Huntercombe, distant about two miles from the scene of the accident.
This 18th November Lady Bassett passed much as usual with her on hunting days.