"I have been fighting--wounded.

Help me, please." Sir Morton Darley passed his arm under his son's, and helped him quickly along; a whistle brought Nick Garth and another man to his side; and the former carried the lad right up the slope to the entrance of the castle, where a little rest and refreshment recovered the sufferer sufficiently to enable him to relate why he had brought back no fish, a task he had hardly ended, when Master Rayburn entered to dress his second patient's arm.
"We must put an end to such alarms as this, Master Rayburn," said Sir Morton angrily.
"Ay; and the sooner the better," cried that gentleman, as he carefully re-bandaged the lad's hurt.--"I wonder," he said to himself, "whether Ralph has told him how he obtained his wound?
Is this the beginning of the end ?".