Some other man, he did not see which, wrested the club from the fellow's hand.

In the moments Alec was grappling with him he became conscious that the old man lying near his feet on the grass was more to him than revenge, and, with the caprice of a boy who turns from what interests him less to what interests him more, he contented himself with hurling the assailant from him, so that he fell heavily down the sloping ground to where his companions stood.

Then Alec pushed others aside and lifted the wounded man.
Wounded?
His hair was wet with warm blood.

There was something done--a good deal done, by many people--to restore him.

Alec remembered afterwards that the young man who had previously spoken to him had been active, showing a more personal solicitude than was seen in the awed kindness even of the women.