"I am better now," said he in a low voice; "bind up the wound, William;
an old man like me has not much blood to spare."
Mr. Seagrave and William then examined the wound; the spear had gone
deep into the lungs. William threw off his shirt, tore it up into
strips, and then bound up the wound so as to stop the effusion of
blood.
Ready, who at first appeared much exhausted with being moved about,
gradually recovered so as to be able to speak in a low voice, when Mrs.
Seagrave came out of the house.
"Where is that brave, kind man?" cried she, "that I may bless him and
thank him."
Mr. Seagrave went to her, and caught her by the arm. "He is hurt, my
dear; and very much hurt. I did not tell you at the time."
Mr. Seagrave related what had occurred, and then led her to where Ready
was lying. Mrs. Seagrave knelt by his side, took his hand, and burst
into tears.
"Don't weep for me," said Ready; "my days have been numbered; I'm only
sorry that I cannot any more be useful to you."
"Dear good man," said Mrs. Seagrave, "whatever may be our fates, and
that is for the Almighty to decide for us, as long as I have life, what
you have done for me and mine shall never be forgotten.
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