One arm was doubled under him.

His head was thrown back, and his brown hair was matted with blood.
"Oh!" cried Unity pitifully, and went down upon her knees beside the unfortunate.
Cary examined the cut in the head.

"Well, he's not dead, but he's had a pretty fall! What's to be done?
Joab--" "Joab," commanded Miss Dandridge, "ride straight to Fontenoy and tell Colonel Dick to send Big Jim and a couple of men with the old litter!--and then ride to Charlottesville and bring Dr.Gilmer--" "Are you going to take him to Fontenoy ?" asked the younger Cary.
"Why not ?" flashed Miss Dandridge.

"Would you leave him to bleed to death by the roadside?
'My enemy's dog--' and so forth.

Hurry, Joab!" The negro mounted his horse that had been grazing by the papaw bushes, and was off at a gallop, leaving Unity and Cary with the luckless rider.
Cary brought water from the brook that brawled at the foot of the steep hillside, and Unity wet the brow and lips of the unconscious man, but he had given no sign of life when the relief party arrived from Fontenoy.
This consisted of four stout negroes bearing the litter, and of Colonel Dick Churchill and Mr.Ned Hunter.
"Tut, tut!" cried Colonel Dick.