"She soon will be," said Sir Frank, whose temper was not of the
best at so critical a moment in dealing with a fool. "Go and
bring me brandy at once, and afterwards linen and hot water. We
must do our best to staunch this wound and revive her."
For the next quarter of an hour the man and the woman labored
hard to save Mrs. Jasher's life. Random bound up the wound in a
rough and ready fashion, and Jane fed the pale lips of her
mistress with sips of brandy. Mrs. Jasher gradually became more
alive, and a faint sigh escaped from her lips, as her wounded
bosom rose and fell with recovered breath. When Sir Frank was in
hopes that she would speak, she suddenly relapsed again into a
comatose state. Luckily at that moment Archie returned with
young Dr. Robinson at his heels, and also was followed by
Painter, the village constable, who had luckily been picked up in
the fog.
Robinson whistled as he looked at the insensible woman.
"She's had a narrow squeak," he muttered, lifting the body with
the assistance of Random.
"Will she recover?" questioned Hope anxiously.
"I can't tell you yet," answered the doctor; and with Sir Frank
he carried the heavy body of the widow into her bedroom.
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