For a short way more, I dragged myself--or rather, was dragged--along; then the stars, the shadowy fields, and the winding, white high-road mingled and faded from me.

I lost all consciousness.
When I came to myself I was lying by a tiny brook at the roadside, my head resting on John's knees.

He was bathing my forehead: I could not see him, but I heard his smothered moan.
"David, don't mind.

I shall be well directly." "Oh! Phineas--Phineas; I thought I had killed you." He said no more; but I fancied that under cover of the night he yielded to what his manhood might have been ashamed of--yet need not--a few tears.
I tried to rise.

There was a faint streak in the east.