She meanwhile remained
unconscious of his care, which was limited to fanning her face and
sprinkling water upon it.
"Why not carry her to her chamber--put her in bed, and let us be off?"
said Rivers.
"Wait awhile!" was the answer.
The girl had evidently received a severe shock. Munro shook his head,
and looked at Rivers angrily.
"See to it, Guy, if any harm comes to her."
"Pshaw!" said the other, "she is recovering now."
He was right. The eyes of the sufferer unclosed, but they were
vacant--they lacked all intelligence. Munro pulled a flask of spirits
from his pocket, and poured some into her lips. They were livid, and her
cheeks of ashy paleness.
"She recovers--see!"
The teeth opened and shut together again with a sudden spasmodic energy.
The eyes began to receive light. Her breathing increased.
"She will do now," muttered Munro. "She will recover directly. Get
yourself ready, Guy, and prepare to mount, while I see that she is put
to bed. It's now a necessity that we should push this stranger to the
wall, and silence him altogether.
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