CHAPTER XIV.

Sylvia was not dead, but the hand of death hovered so near that Lord Lorrimore could scarcely tell whether she lived or not. They placed her gently in the cart the captain had sent to meet them, and Lorrimore rode with her, supporting her head upon his knee. In the excitement caused by the news of the encounter with the rangers her arrival at the camp was scarcely noticed. Fortunately the doctor was a married man, and she was carried direct to his tent, where she received every attention. “It’s a case of collapse,”…