The Pole had no chance against him, and after a short struggle, Radowitz fell heavily, catching in his fall at a piece of rusty piping, part of some disused machinery of the fountain.
There was a cry.

In a moment it sobered the excited group of men.
Falloden, who had acted as leader throughout, called peremptorily to Robertson.

"Is he hurt?
Let him up at once." Robertson in dismay stooped over the prostrate form of Radowitz, and carried him to the edge of the fountain.

There it was seen that the lad had fainted, and that blood was streaming from his right hand.
"He's cut it on that beastly piping--it's all jagged," gasped Robertson.
"I say, can anybody stop the bleeding ?" One Desmond, an Etonian who had seen one or two football accidents, knelt down, deadly pale, by Radowitz and rendered a rough first-aid.

By a tourniquet of handkerchiefs he succeeded in checking the bleeding.