`It's good enough for you,' I muttered.
My next good office was to catch his pony and bring it to him, which was soon accomplished; for the beast was quiet enough in the main, and only winced and flirted a trifle, till I got a hold of the bridle,--but then, I must see him in the saddle.
`Here, you fellow--scoundrel--dog--give me your hand, and I'll help you to mount.'
No; he turned from me in disgust. I attempted to take him by the arm. He shrank away as if there had been contamination in my touch.
`What, you won't? Well! you may sit there till doomsday, for what I care. But I suppose you don't want to lose all the blood in your body--I'll just condescend to bind that up for you.'
`Let me alone, if you please.'
`Humph! with all my heart. You may go to the d---l if you choose--and say I sent you.'
But before I abandoned him to his fate, I flung his pony's bridle over a stake in the hedge, and threw him my handkerchief, as his own was now saturated with blood. He took it and cast it back to me, in abhorrence and contempt, with all the strength he could muster. It wanted but this to fill the measure of his offences. With execrations not loud but deep, I left him to live or die as he could, well satisfied that I had done my duty in attempting to save hun--but forgetting how I had erred in bringing him into such a condition, and how insultingly my after-services had been offered--and sullenly prepared to meet the consequences if he should choose to say I had attempted to murder him,--which I thought not unlikely, as it seemed probable he was actuated by some such spiteful motives in so perseveringly refusing my assistance.
Having remounted my horse, I just looked back to see how he was getting on, before I rode away. He had risen from the ground, and grasping his pony's mane, was attempting to resume his seat in the saddle; but scarcely had he put his foot in the stirrup, when a sickness or dizziness seemed to overpower him: he leant forward a moment, with his head drooped on the animal's back, and then made one more effort, which proving ineffectual, he sank back on to the bank, where I left him, reposing his head on the oozy turf, and, to all appearance, as calmly reclining as if he had been taking his rest on the sofa at home.
I ought to have helped him in spite of himself--to have bound up the wound he was unable to stanch, and insisted upon getting him on to his horse and seeing him safe home; but, besides my bitter indignation against himself, there was the question what to say to his servants,--and what to my own family. Either I should have to acknowledge the deed, which would set me down as a madman, unless I acknowledged the motive too--and that seemed impossible,--or I must get up a lie, which seemed equally out of the question--especially Mr Lawrence would probably reveal the whole truth, and thereby bring me to tenfold disgrace,--unless I were villain enough, prig on the absence of witnesses, to persist in my own version of the Case, and make him out a still greater scoundrel than he was. No; he had only received a cut above the temple, and perhaps a few bruises from the fall, or the hoofs of his own pony: that could not kill him if he lay there half the day; and, if he could not help himself, surely someone would be coming by: it would be impossible that a whole day should pass and no one traverse the road but ourselves. As for what he might choose to say hereafter, I would take my chance about it: if he told lies, I would contradict him; if he told the truth, I would bear it as I best could.
I was not obliged to enter into explanations, further than I thought proper. Perhaps he might choose to be silent on the subject, for fear of raising enquiries as to the cause of the quarrel, and drawing the public attention to his connection with Mrs Graham, which, whether for her sake or his own, he seemed so very desirous to conceal.