a murmur he did not understand, a rush, a heavy rain of blows, a dash of
something in his face that scorched like liquid fire, and with a shriek,
he fell writhing.
CHAPTER XXX - The Slip of Paper
A minute after there rushed past Joan, in the darkness, two
men,--stumbling and cursing as they went, out of breath, horror-stricken
and running at the top of their speed.
"It wur Lowrie hissen, by ------!" she heard one say, as he dashed by.
"Feyther! Feyther, wheer are yo'? Feyther, are yo' nigh me?" she cried,
for she heard both the blows and the shriek.
But there came no answer to her ear. The rapid feet beating upon the
road, their echo dying in the distance, made the only sound that broke
the stillness. There was not even a groan. Yet a few paces from her,
lay a battered, bleeding form. There was no starlight now, she could see
only the vague outline of the figure, which might be that of either one
man or the other. For an instant, the similarity in stature which had
deceived his blundering companions, deceived her also; but when she
knelt down and touched the shoulder, she knew it was not the master who
lay before her.
"It's feyther hissen," she said, and then she drew away her hand,
shuddering. "It's wet wi' blood," she said. "It's wet wi' blood!"
He did not hear her when she spoke; he was not conscious that she tried
to raise him; his head hung forward when she lifted him; he lay heavily,
and without motion, upon her arms.
"They ha' killed him!" she said. "How is it, as it is na _him?_"
There was neither light nor help nearer than "The Crown" itself, and
when her brain became clearer, she remembered this. Without light and
assistance, she could do nothing; she could not even see what hurt he
had sustained. Dead or dying, he must lie here until she had time to get
help.
She took off her shawl, and folding it, laid his head gently upon it
Then she put her lips to his ear.
"Feyther," she said, "I'm goin' to bring help to thee. If tha con hear
me, stir thy hond."
He did not stir it, so she disengaged her arm as gently as possible,
and, rising to her feet, went on her way.
There were half a dozen men in the bar-room when she pushed the door
inward and stood upon the threshold. They looked up in amazement.
"Those on yo' as want to help a deeing mon," she said, "come wi' me. My
feyther's lyin' in the Knoll Road, done to death."
All were astir in a moment. Lanterns and other necessaries
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