Sir Tancred preserved the discreet silence of a principal in a duel; the Count Sigismond only moaned.
At last they turned their attention to him, and carried him to the top of the path.

Sir Tancred and Lord Crosland started for the town to send up a cab for him.
When they were out of hearing, Lord Crosland said, "Most likely, that yell saved your life, old chap." "I should say that there wasn't a doubt about it; but, really, in the case of a sweep like Puy-de-Dome, I can't say that I mind a little irregularity.

Besides, my conscience is quite clear.

Heaven knows I did my best to keep Tinker in the dark and at a distance." "It can't be done," said Lord Crosland with conviction.
Tinker heard their voices, and by a violent effort, which did him good, hushed his hysteric sobbing.

After a while he heard the cab rattle up, and rattle away.
Twenty minutes later he mounted his machine, and, passing through the back streets of Monte Carlo, rode slowly back to Nice.