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So, gently he was raised and laid on the couch. By the time this was done, the woman returned with a bottle of spirits. "Now," he said, "water and a glass." The young girl ran and fetched a carafe of water and a tumbler, standing on a table by the wall. Her hands shook as she handed it to Fergus. "Are you sure that he is not dead, sir?" she asked, in a hushed voice. "Quite sure. I fear that he is grievously wounded, but he certainly lives. Now, get another glass and put some spirits in and fill it up with water, and make your mother drink it, as soon as you have roused her from her faint." Fergus now gave all his attention to the wounded man, poured two or three spoonfuls of strong spirits and water between his lips, and then proceeded to examine his wounds. He had three. One was a very severe cut upon the shoulder. His left arm had been broken by a pistol bullet, and he had a dangerous sword thrust in the body. Under Fergus' direction the servant had cut off the doublet and, after pouring some more spirits down the wounded man's throat, he bade one of the other women fetch him some soft linen, and a sheet. When these arrived he made a pad of the linen, and bound it over the wounded man's shoulder with some strips torn from the sheet. Then he sent for some straight strips of wood, cut them to the right length, wrapped some linen round them and, straightening the arm, applied them to it and, with the assistance of the girl, bandaged it firmly. Then he placed a pad of linen over the wound in the body, and passed bandages round and round. "Well done!" he said to his assistant. "You are a stout girl, and a brave one." Then he turned to the others, who were crowded round their mistress. "Stand back," he said, "and throw open the window and let the air come to her. That will do. "The young lady and this girl will be enough, now. Do the rest of you run off and get some clothes on." "She has opened her eyes once, sir." "She will come round directly, young lady. Pour a spoonful or two from this glass between her lips. It is stronger than that you have in your hand. She has had a terrible shock, but as soon as she hears that your father is alive, it will do more for her than all our services." "Will he live, sir?" "That I cannot say for certain, but I have great hopes that he will do so. However, I will send a surgeon out, as soon as I get to the city." The lady was longer in her swoon than Fergus had expected, and the servants had returned before she opened her eyes. "Now," he said, "do four of you lend me your assistance. It would be well to carry this sofa with your master into the next room; and then we will take your mistress in there, too, so that she will be spared seeing these ruffians scattered about, when she comes to herself." The doors leading to the adjoining apartment were opened, candles lighted there, and the wounded man carried in on his sofa. "And now for your mistress. It will be easier to lift her out of the chair, and carry her in bodily." This he did, with the assistance of two of the servants. "Now," he said to the young girl, "do you stay by her, my brave maid. I think she will recover in a minute or two. Her eyelids moved as I brought her in. I will look round and see about things. "Were these the only two men in the house?" he asked the other women, as he joined them on the landing. "No, sir. There were six men. The other four have gone to bed, but the two outside always waited up till the count and countess retired." "Where are their rooms?" he asked, taking a candle. One of the women led him upstairs. As he expected, he found the four men lying dead. One had apparently leapt up as the door was opened, and the other three had been killed in their beds.