At last they got him away, and, escorted by a crowd of cheering boys, led him back to his mother's.
"Your son is a hero, Mrs.Walsham!" the squire exclaimed as they entered; "but don't talk to him now, but mix him a glass of hot grog.
"Wilks, you get him between the blankets directly.

I will tell his mother all about it, while she is mixing the grog.
"Hallo, Aggie! Why, bless the child, she's fainted." The girl had borne up till they reached the house, towards which the wind had blown her along, as she clung to her grandfather's arm; but the excitement had been too much for her, and, the instant they entered the room, she had dropped into an armchair, and at once lost consciousness.
Mrs.Walsham kept her presence of mind, in spite of her bewilderment at these sudden occurrences.

She at once laid the girl on the sofa, removed her dripping bonnet and cloak, and poured a few drops of brandy between her lips, while she set the squire to work, to chafe her hands.
Aggie soon opened her eyes, and recovered her consciousness.
"Don't try to get up, Aggie," Mrs.Walsham said.

"You are faint and shaken with all this excitement.

Your grandpapa and I were two very foolish people, to let you come out.
"Now, Mr.Wilks, the best thing you can do, is to find a boy outside, and send him up to the Hall, with a message that the carriage is to come down directly.
"I think, Mr.Linthorne, she had better get back home.