To my frightened question, whether he was hurt, he
answered, "Only my hands, but I fancy the brute has done for some of
my fingers. If those fellows could but have held their tongues!"
He climbed into the carriage to rid himself of the crowd, who were
offering all sorts of aid, commiseration, and advice, and Dermot
begged to come too, "in case he should be faint," which made Harry
smile, though he was in much pain, frowning and biting his lip while
the coachman took the reins, and turned us round amid the deafening
cheers of the people, for Eustace was quite unnerved, and Dora broke
into sobs as she saw the blood soaking through the handkerchiefs--all
that we could contribute. He called her a little goose, and said it
was nothing; but the great drops stood on his brow, he panted and
moved restlessly, as if sitting still were unbearable, and he could
hardly help stamping out the bottom of the carriage. He shouted to
Eustace to let him walk, but Dermot showed him how he would thus have
the crowd about him in a moment. It was the last struggle that had
done the mischief, when the lion, startled by the shout of the crowd,
had turned on him again, and there had been a most narrow escape of a
dying bite, such as would probably have crushed his hand itself
beyond all remedy; and, as it was, one could not but fear he was
dreadfully hurt, when the pain came in accesses of violence several
times in the short distance to Dr.
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