"He is dead," she wailed; "he is dead, and I have killed him! Oh,
Edward! Edward!"
Mr. Quest turned on her savagely; so savagely that one might almost
have thought he feared lest in her agony she should say something
further.
"Stop that," he said, seizing her arm, "and go for the doctor, for if
he is not dead he will soon bleed to death."
With an effort she rose, put her hand to her forehead, and then ran
like the wind down the garden and through the little door.
CHAPTER XXX
HAROLD TAKES THE NEWS
Mr. Quest and Harold bore the bleeding man--whether he was senseless
or dead they knew not--into the house and laid him on the sofa. Then,
having despatched a servant to seek a second doctor in case the one
already gone for was out, they set to work to cut the clothes from his
neck and arm, and do what they could, and that was little enough,
towards staunching the bleeding. It soon, however, became evident that
Cossey had only got the outside portion of the charge of No. 7 that is
to say, he had been struck by about a hundred pellets of the three or
four hundred which would go to the ordinary ounce and an eighth. Had
he received the whole charge he must, at that distance, have been
instantly killed.
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