All objects were lost to me from that moment.

When next my senses cleared, I was standing amidst the dogs, where they had just killed.

Badger stood blown and trembling beside me, his head drooping and his flanks gored with spur-marks.

I looked about, but all consciousness of the past had fled; the concussion of my fall had shaken my intellect, and I was like one but half-awake.

One glimpse, short and fleeting, of what was taking place shot through my brain, as old Brackely whispered to me, "By my soul, ye did for the captain there." I turned a vague look upon him, and my eyes fell upon the figure of a man that lay stretched and bleeding upon a door before me.