A dreadful accident has happened, Mr.Green.

Captain Hunsden has had a fall, and is very ill." The rector got out, in consternation, and bent above the prostrate man.
The captain's face had turned a dull, livid hue, his eyes had closed, his breathing came hoarse and thick.
"Very ill, indeed," said the clergyman,--"so ill that I fear he will never be better.

Let us place him in the chaise, Sir Everard.

I will drive slowly, and do you ride on to Hunsden Hall to prepare his daughter for the shock." The Indian officer was a stalwart, powerful man.

It was the utmost their united strength could do to lift him into the chaise.
"Ride--ride for your life!" the rector said, "and dispatch a servant for the family doctor.