I tried to rise, but fell back helpless.

Cold perspiration broke over my forehead, and I fainted.

From that moment I can remember nothing, till I felt myself galloping along at full speed upon a level table-land, with the hounds about three fields in advance, Hammersley riding foremost, and taking all his leaps coolly as ever.

As I swayed to either side upon my saddle, from weakness, I was lost to all thought or recollection, save a flickering memory of some plan of vengeance, which still urged me forward.
The chase had now lasted above an hour, and both hounds and horses began to feel the pace at which they were going.

As for me, I rode mechanically; I neither knew nor cared for the dangers before me.