Some of the men in the corridor came in to aid them in so doing.

Jack, sword in hand, accompanied them to the door, and saw them out of the house.

Then he told a boy to hold his horse, and closing the door returned upstairs.

He found the gentleman sitting on a chair exhausted, while his wife, crying partly from relief, partly from anxiety, was endeavoring to stanch the blood which flowed from several wounds.
Jack at once aided her in the task, and signed to the servant to bring something to drink.

The man ran to a buffet and produced some cordials.
Jack filled a glass and placed it at the lips of the wounded man, who, after drinking it, gradually recovered his strength.
"My name, sir," he said, "is Count Julian de Minas, and I owe you my life and that of my wife and child.