CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.
DRAWING TOGETHER.
Mark bathed the sufferer's face again, but there was no return to consciousness, and growing more and more alarmed, he hurried to his father's chamber and woke him, Sir Edward as he leaped up, still dressed, snatching eagerly at his sword.

"You, Mark ?" he cried.

"The enemy ?" "Yes--no, father.

Come quickly.

Young Darley's here, dying." "Young Darley here!" "Yes, in my room," cried Mark wildly.