'Tis but a swoon. Hast any strong
waters, Pat? No, I'll be bound. Ho, you now, Bill, run and knock
them up at the Elmwood Arms, and bring down a gill."
"And call Goody Grace," entreated Patience, "she will know best what
to do."
On the whole, Peter's military experience was more hopeful, if not
more helpful than Goody Grace's. He was the only person who
persisted in declaring that such wounds were not always mortal,
though he agreed in owning that the inward bleeding was the worst
sign. Stead did not attempt to speak again, but lay there deadly
white and with a stricken look on his face, which Patience could not
bear to see, and she ascribed to the conviction that the wretched
little Emlyn must have betrayed his secret.
The hut was over-full of volunteers of assistance and enquiry the
next day, including the squire and Master Woodley; but nobody seemed
to guess at the real object of the robbers' attack, everybody
thinking they had come for the savings which Stead was known to be
making towards rebuilding the farmhouse.
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