Why, I know," he cried excitedly.

"That's it.

I never saw such an enemy! He must have known that we were being attacked, and been coming to help us, and those fiends have served him like this.

That's it! He's just the fellow who would do it, for I know he likes me.

I've seen it over and over again." He sprang up, feeling ashamed of what he had said, and afraid of being seen by his people, for he heard steps coming; and directly after, Dummy came running down, followed by a couple of stout miners, each fully armed.
"Here, Dummy," cried Mark, "run all the way to Master Rayburn, and tell him to come here directly." "Go to fetch Master Rayburn for him ?" said the boy, staring.
"Yes, can't you see he is wounded and burnt?
Run, or I'll go myself!" Dummy, awed by this--to him--awful threat, dashed down the zigzag at a dangerous pace, while, at their young master's orders, the two miners gently lifted and bore the insensible lad up to the castle, into the dwelling-house, and then to Mark's chamber, where he was laid upon the bed.
As soon as he had dismissed the bearers, Mark began to bathe the lad's temples, and in a few minutes he opened his eyes and stared wildly round.
"Where am I ?" he said.
"Here: safe," said Mark.
Recollection came back to the poor fellow's swimming brain, and he threw his legs off the couch and tried to rise, but sank back with a groan.
"There: you can't," said Mark soothingly, and he took his hand.