Here, then, he
went the faster on; but still, as he rode, he kept a bright eye
upon the fallen men and horses that lay beside the track. Many of
these, he was relieved to see, wore Sir Daniel's colours, and the
faces of some, who lay upon their back, he even recognised.
About half-way between the town and the forest, those whom he was
following had plainly been assailed by archers; for the corpses lay
pretty closely scattered, each pierced by an arrow. And here Dick
spied among the rest the body of a very young lad, whose face was
somehow hauntingly familiar to him.
He halted his troop, dismounted, and raised the lad's head. As he
did so, the hood fell back, and a profusion of long brown hair
unrolled itself. At the same time the eyes opened.
"Ah! lion driver!" said a feeble voice. "She is farther on. Ride-
-ride fast!"
And then the poor young lady fainted once again.
One of Dick's men carried a flask of some strong cordial, and with
this Dick succeeded in reviving consciousness.
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