p. The rein broke in Lord Mohun's hands, and
the furious beasts scampered madly forwards, the carriage swaying to
and fro, and the persons within it holding on to the sides as best
they might, until seeing a great ravine before them, where an upset was
inevitable, the two gentlemen leapt for their lives, each out of his
side of the chaise. Harry Esmond was quit for a fall on the grass, which
was so severe that it stunned him for a minute; but he got up presently
very sick, and bleeding at the nose, but with no other hurt. The Lord
Mohun was not so fortunate; he fell on his head against a stone, and lay
on the ground, dead to all appearance.

This misadventure happened as the gentlemen were on their return
homewards; and my Lord Castlewood, with his son and daughter, who were
going out for a ride, met the ponies as they were galloping with the car
behind, the broken traces entangling their heels, and my lord's people
turned and stopped them. It was young Frank who spied out Lord Mohun's
scarlet coat as he lay on the ground, and the party made up to that
unfortunate gentleman and Esmond, who was now standing over him. His
large periwig and feathered hat had fallen off, and he was bleeding
profusely from a wound on the forehead, and looking, and being, indeed,
a corpse.

"Great God! he's dead!" says my lord. "Ride, some one: fetch a
doctor--stay. I'll go home and bring back Tusher; he knows surgery," and
my lord, with his son after him, galloped away.

They were scarce gone when Harry Esmond, who was indeed but just come to
himself, bethought him of a similar accident which he had seen on a ride
from Newmarket to Cambridge, and taking off a sleeve of my lord's
coat, Harry, with a penknife, opened a vein of his arm, and was greatly
relieved, after a moment, to see the blood flow. He was near half an
hour before he came to himself, by which time Doctor Tusher and little
Frank arrived, and found my lord not a corpse indeed, but as pale as
one.

After a time, when he was able to bear motion, they put my lord upon
a groom's horse, and gave the other to Esmond, the men walking on each
side of my lord, to support him, if need were, and worthy Doctor Tusher
with them. Little Frank and Harry rode together at a foot pace.

When we rode together home, the boy said: "We met mamma, who was walking
on the terrace with the doctor, and papa frightened her, and told her
you were dead . . ."

"That I was dead!" asks Harry.

"Yes. P