ve trampled on it,
see how dusty it is--there's a pity."

It was in fact more from the pain of the crushed foot than from fright
that Gwenda had fainted, for she was a brave girl. Though fully alive
to her danger she had not lost consciousness until her foot had been
crushed, and even then not before she had seen Will's rush to her
rescue, and his energetic twist of the animal's horns.

Two or three gentlemen now came running up the street, amongst them her
uncle, Colonel Vaughan, who, standing at the door of the hotel, had
witnessed the escape of the bull, and the pursuit of him by the excited
throng of market people. Remembering that his niece had but a few
moments previously passed up the street, he too ran in the same
direction, and arrived on the scene as promptly as his short legs and
shorter breath permitted him. In a fever of fright and flurry he
approached, the crowd making way for him as he snapped out a cannonade
of irrelevant questions.

"Good heavens! Gwenda! What is it? My darling, are you hurt? Who
did it? How very careless!"

"'Tis her foot, I think, sir," said Will. "She has not been gored, and
if you will send for your carriage I will lift her in as I am already
holding her."

"She'd have been killed for certain," said one of the crowd, "if this
young man had not rushed at the bull and saved her life. I saw it all
from the window of the Market Hall. He risked his life, I can tell
you, sir, and you've got to thank him that the young lady is not
killed."

"Yes, yes, a brave young fellow, pommy word. There comes the carriage,
now raise her gently," and Will lifted the slender form as easily as he
would have carried a swathe of corn.

Slipping her gently into a recumbent position in the carriage, he
endeavoured to rest her foot on the opposite seat, but she moaned and
opened her eyes as he did so, crying out with evident pain.

"'Tis plain the position hurts her," said her uncle.

Will lifted the foot again, and the moaning ceased.

"That's it," said the colonel; "sit down and hold it up."

Will did as he was bid in a maze of bewilderment, and while the colonel
continued to wonder, to lament, and to congratulate, Will made a soft
cushion of a wrap which he found beside him, and resting the foot upon
it he held the two ends, so that the injured limb hung as it were in a
sling, thus lessening very much the effect of the jolting of the
carriage over the rough road.

"Drive slowly,"