It's dead.

You can't do any thing more for it." "I know it," said Gerald.

"I did all I could; I killed him.

But you'll have to excuse me, Mr.De Forest, I can't ride." De Forest caught her by the arm impatiently, as she turned from him.
"What nonsense, Miss Vernor! What _is_ the good of playing tragedy queen over a dead dog?
I'll have him buried in a silver coffin if you like and raise a memorial to his inestimable virtues, but in the name of all that is sensible, do get on the horse again and let us have our ride." "Not to-day," replied Gerald.

"I could not.