'Come in! Bring him in! Please do not wait,' she said, and her voice was
sweet and soft and firm.
We laid him in a large room at the back of the shop over which Mrs.
Mavor lived. Together we dressed the wound, her firm white fingers,
skilful as if with long training. Before the dressing was finished
I sent Craig off, for the time had come for the Magic Lantern in the
church, and I knew how critical the moment was in our fight. 'Go,' I
said; 'he is coming to, and we do not need you.'
In a few moments more Graeme revived, and, gazing about, asked, 'What's,
all this about?' and then, recollecting, 'Ah! that brute Keefe'; then
seeing my anxious face he said carelessly, 'Awful bore, ain't it? Sorry
to trouble you, old fellow.'
'You be hanged!' I said shortly; for his old sweet smile was playing
about his lips, and was almost too much for me. 'Mrs. Mavor and I are in
command, and you must keep perfectly still.'
'Mrs. Mavor?' he said, in surprise. She came forward, with a slight
flush on her face.
'I think you know me, Mr.
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