IT WAS SOME TIME BEFORE Jeremiah could procure assistance to carry the wounded man to the house, but at last Leverett was propped up on pillows in the drawing-room, and Mrs. Wilmot was lighting a fire to prepare restoratives.
Jerry had a rough knowledge of surgery and he saw at once that the two wounds in the man's head and shoulder were not as desperate as he had feared, a view which was confirmed when Arthurton's one doctor came upon the scene.
"Who did this?" asked Jeremiah.
"John Flack," was the reply. "I have been watching him for five months, and now the devil has got away, though he can't escape from England, that I swear. Which way did he go, sir?"
"Was he in the car?" asked Jeremiah.
The man nodded and winced with the pain of it.
"I think he went to Seaford."
"To Seaford,"
