Frank struggled up on his bleeding feet and parted the friendly throng round him.

Frank had not forgotten the man who had saved him.
"Let me go to him!" he cried.

"I must and will go to him! Clara, come with me." Clara and Steventon supported him between them.

He fell on his knees at Wardour's side; he put his hand on Wardour's bosom.
"Richard!" The weary eyes opened again.

The sinking voice was heard feebly once more.
"Ah! poor Frank.