Gerald looked up at him, smiled faintly, and said, with no sign of

reproach or anger, "Never mind, Ned. Forgive and forget. Lend me a hand

to the house, and don't disturb anyone. It's not much, I dare say." But

his lips whitened as he spoke, and his strength failed him. Edward

sprang to support him, and Miss Muir, forgetting her terrors, proved

herself a girl of uncommon skill and courage.

"Quick! Lay him down. Give me your handkerchief, and bring some water,"

she said, in a tone of quiet command. Poor Ned obeyed and watched her

with breathless suspense while she tied the handkerchief tightly around

the arm, thrust the handle of his riding whip underneath, and pressed it

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firmly above the severed artery to stop the dangerous flow of blood.

"Dr. Scott is with your mother, I think. Go and bring him here" was

the next order; and Edward darted away, thankful to do anything to

ease the terror which possessed him. He was gone some minutes, and

while they waited Coventry watched the girl as she knelt beside him,

bathing his face with one hand while with the other she held the

bandage firmly in its place. She was pale, but quite steady and

self-possessed, and her eyes shone with a strange brilliancy as she

looked down at him. Once, meeting his look of grateful wonder, she

smiled a reassuring smile that made her lovely, and said, in a soft,

sweet tone never used to him before, "Be quiet. There is no danger. I

will stay by you till help comes."

Help did come speedily, and the doctor's first words were "Who

improvised that tourniquet?"

"She did," murmured Coventry.

"Then you may thank her for saving your life. By Jove! It was capitally

done"; and the old doctor looked at the girl with as much admiration as

curiosity in his face.

"Never mind that. See to the wound, please, while I ran for bandages,

and salts, and wine."

Miss Muir was gone as she spoke, so fleetly that it was in vain to call

her back or catch her. During her brief absence, the story was told by

repentant Ned and the wound examined.

"Fortunately I have my case of instruments with me," said the doctor,

spreading on the bench a long array of tiny, glittering implements of

torture. "Now, Mr. Ned, come here, and hold the arm in that way, while I

tie the artery. Hey! That will never do. Don't tremble so, man, look

away and hold it steadily."

"I can't!" And poor Ned turned faint and white, not at the sight but

with the bitter thought that he had longed to kill his brother.

"I will hold it," and a slender white hand lifted the bare and bloody

arm so firmly, steadily, that Coventry sighed a sigh of relief, and Dr.

Scott fell to work with an emphatic nod of approval.




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