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Four Days of Anguish

           McNabbswasnotsurethatheshouldbeabletorestrainhim,orifGlenarvan,carriedawaybyhisfeelings,wouldnotrunintothearmsofBenJoyce.

           "Edward,"saidhe,"becalm.Listentomeasafriend.ThinkofLadyHelena,ofMaryGrant,ofallwhoareleft.And,besides,wherewouldyougo?WherewouldyoufindMulrady?Hemusthavebeenattackedtwomilesoff.Inwhatdirection?Whichtrackwouldyoufollow?"

           Atthatverymoment,asiftoanswertheMajor,acryofdistresswasheard.

           "Listen!"saidGlenarvan.

           Thiscrycamefromthesamequarterasthereport,butlessthanaquarterofamileoff.

           Glenarvan,repulsingMcNabbs,wasalreadyonthetrack,whenatthreehundredpacesfromthewagontheyheardtheexclamation:"Help!help!"

           Thevoicewasplaintiveanddespairing.JohnManglesandtheMajorsprangtowardthespot.Afewsecondsaftertheyperceivedamongthescrubahumanformdraggingitselfalongthegroundandutteringmournfulgroans.ItwasMulrady,wounded,apparentlydying;andwhenhiscompanionsraisedhimtheyfelttheirhandsbathedinblood.

           Theraincamedownwithredoubledviolence,andthewindragedamongthebranchesofthedeadtrees.Inthepeltingstorm,Glenarvan,theMajorandJohnManglestransportedthebodyofMulrady.

           Ontheirarrivaleveryonegotup.Paganel,Robert,WilsonandOlbinettleftthewagon,andLadyHelenagaveuphercompartmenttopoorMulrady.TheMajorremovedthepoorfellow’sflannelshirt,whichwasdrippingwithbloodandrain.Hesoonfoundthewound;itwasastabintherightside.

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