"Now, Tom, if you are good for anything, strip the man and stanch his wound.

Andrew, a bottle of port, quick!" Then, leaving him for a while in friendly hands, he went to his daughter and asked her if she saw any objection to a bed being made up in the house for the wounded convict.
"Oh, papa," said she, "why, of course not.

I am all gratitude.

What is he like, Wilson?
for it is a most provoking thing, I never noticed his face, only his beautiful beard glittering in the sunshine ever so far off.

Poor young man! Oh, yes, papa! send him to bed directly, and we will all nurse him.