'Oh,
Mrs Spooner, what are we to do?'
The hunt had passed on and no one else was immediately with them.
But at this moment Dick Rabbit, who had been left behind to bring
up his hounds, appeared above the bank. 'Leave your horse and come
down,' said Mrs Spooner. 'Here is a gentleman who has hurt
himself.' Dick wouldn't leave his horse, but was soon on the
scene, having found his way through another part of the fence.
'No; he ain't dead,' said Dick--'I've seen 'em like that before,
and they wurn't dead. But he's had a hawful squeege.' Then he
passed his hand over the man's neck and chest. 'There's a lot of
'em is broke,' said he. 'We must get him to farmer Tooby's.'
After awhile he was got into farmer Tooby's, when that surgeon
came who is always in attendance on a hunting-field. The surgeon
declared that he had broken his collar-bone, two of his ribs, and
his left arm. And then one of the animals had struck him on the
chest as he raised himself. A little brandy was poured down his
throat, but even under that operation he gave no sign of life.
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