I was powerless.

That weakness was agony, it was.
Wilson had not reached the spot where I stood when the man on the horse had overtaken him.

I heard him speak as the man rode past.

Then I saw it was your father, and that he turned back.

There were high words on his side, and I could hear Wilson's bitter laugh--you recollect that laugh ?" "Yes, yes; well ?" "In a moment Angus had jumped from the horse's back--and then I heard a thud--and that's all." "Is that all you know ?" "Not all; no, not all, neither.