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Chapter XII

           Thedogcameboundingback,andseeinghismasterinapredicament,andhearingthehorsegroan,barkedtilltheeveninghillsechoedthesound,whichwasdeepinproportiontohismagnitude. Hesnuffedroundtheprostrategroup,andthenheranuptome;itwasallhecoulddo,therewasnootherhelpathandtosummon. Iobeyedhim,andwalkeddowntothetraveller,bythistimestrugglinghimselffreeofhissteed.Hiseffortsweresovigorous,Ithoughthecouldnotbemuchhurt;butIaskedhimthequestion 

           "Areyouinjured,sir?" 

           Ithinkhewasswearing,butamnotcertain;however,hewaspronouncingsomeformulawhichpreventedhimfromreplyingtomedirectly. 

           "CanIdoanything?"Iaskedagain. 

           "Youmustjuststandononeside,"heansweredasherose,firsttohisknees,andthentohisfeet. Idid;whereuponbeganaheaving,stamping,clatteringprocess,accompaniedbyabarkingandbayingwhichremovedmeeffectuallysomeyards’distance;butIwouldnotbedrivenquiteawaytillIsawtheevent. Thiswasfinallyfortunate;thehorsewasre-established,andthedogwassilencedwitha"Down,Pilot!" Thetravellernow,stooping,felthisfootandleg,asiftryingwhethertheyweresound;apparentlysomethingailedthem,forhehaltedtothestilewhenceIhadjustrisen,andsatdown. 

           Iwasinthemoodforbeinguseful,oratleastofficious,Ithink,forInowdrewnearhimagain. 

           "Ifyouarehurt,andwanthelp,sir,IcanfetchsomeoneeitherfromThornfieldHallorfromHay." 

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