But it was evident that an artery was injured.
"Go for a doctor," said Falloden to Meyrick, pointing to the lodge.
"Tell the porter that somebody's been hurt in a lark.

You'll probably find a cab outside.

We'll carry him up." In a few minutes they had laid the blood-stained and unconscious Radowitz on his bed, and were trying in hideous anxiety to bring him round.

The moment when he first opened his eyes was one of unspeakable relief to the men who in every phase of terror and remorse were gathered round him.

But the eyelids soon fell again.
"You'd better go, you fellows," said Falloden, looking round him.
"Robertson and I and Desmond will see the doctor." The others stole away.