"He's a-breathing still, sir; but seems badly hurt, and may be a-
dying, seeing as he's unsensible and unspeakable. What shall we do
long of him?"
"Bring him up! let's have a look at the fellow, at any rate!"
exclaimed Old Hurricane, peremptorily.
"Just so, sir! but some of the gem-men up there'll have to come down
on the ladder and give a lift. He's a dead weight now, I tell your
honor!"
Several of the neighbors immediately volunteered for the service,
and two of the strongest descended the ladder to lend their aid.
On attempting to move the injured man he uttered a cry of pain, and
fainted, and then it took the united strength and skill of four
strong men to raise the huge insensible form of the athlete, and get
him up the ladder. No doubt the motion greatly inflamed his inward
wounds, but that could not be helped. They got him up at last, and
laid out upon the floor a ghastly, bleeding, insensible form, around
which every one gathered to gaze. While they were all looking upon
him as upon a slaughtered wild beast, Capitola alone felt
compassion.
"Uncle, he is quite crushed by his fall. Make the men lay him upon
the bed. Never think of me; I shall never occupy this room again;
its associations are too full of horrors. There, uncle, make them at
once lay him upon the bed."
"I think the young lady is right, unless we mean to let the fellow
die," said one of the neighbors.
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