"I've sent for Master Rayburn, but come and do something; we mustn't let the poor fellow die." And in a wild incoherent way, he told Sir Edward all he knew.
"Then in their disappointment they went on down there," cried Sir Edward, as excited now as his son.

"The fiends! the monsters!" he continued, as he entered his son's room.

"Poor boy! Oh, Mark, lad, but for God's mercy, this might have been you.

Oh! who can think about the old family enmity now?
How long is it since you sent for old Rayburn ?" "Ever so long, father.

Oh, I say, don't--don't say you think he'll die, father!" "Heaven forbid, my boy," said Sir Edward softly, and he laid his hand gently on the wounded lad's brow--and kept it there as Master Rayburn entered the room.
"You've heard, then!" he cried, throwing down his hat and stick, and beginning to examine his patient.
"Yes, Mark tells me.