As she bent down over him
O'Connell swooned again from pain.
The procession went on.
As they neared her brother's house, stragglers began to follow
curiously. Sad looking men and weary women joined the procession
wonderingly. All guessed it was some fresh outrage of the soldiers.
Little, ragged, old-young children peered down at the body on the
litter and either ran away crying or joined in listlessly with the
others.
It was an old story carrying back mutilated men to the village. None
was surprised. It seemed to Angela that an infinity of time had
passed before they entered the grounds attached to the Kingsnorth
house.
She sent a man on ahead to order a room to be prepared and a doctor
sent for.
As she saw her brother coming forward to meet her with knit brows
and stern eyes she nerved herself to greet him.
"What is this, Angela?" he asked, looking in amazement at the
strange procession.
"Another martyr to our ignorant government, Nathaniel," and she
pressed on through the drive to the house.
CHAPTER VI
ANGELA SPEAKS HER MIND FREELY TO NATHANIEL
Nathaniel's indignation at his sister's conduct was beyond bounds
when he learnt who the wounded man was. He ordered the soldiers to
take the man and themselves away.
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