When Alec Trenholme rose from the dead man's side he felt his shoulder taken hold of by a familiar hand.

He knew at once that it was his brother.

It was quite what he would have expected, that Robert should be there; it was surely his business to come after straying sheep.
The manslayer, awed and sobered by finding what he had done, had been easily overpowered.

Even his comrades helped to bind him.

He was a poor creature at best, and was now in the misery that comes with sudden reaction from the exaltation of strong drink.
Alec saw that his brother was limping, that he seemed in actual pain; he was anxious to know how this was, yet he did not say so.