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"
Edward
,
"
said
he
,
"
be
calm
.
Listen
to
me
as
a
friend
.
Think
of
Lady
Helena
,
of
Mary
Grant
,
of
all
who
are
left
.
And
,
besides
,
where
would
you
go
?
Where
would
you
find
Mulrady
?
He
must
have
been
attacked
two
miles
off
.
In
what
direction
?
Which
track
would
you
follow
?
"
At
that
very
moment
,
as
if
to
answer
the
Major
,
a
cry
of
distress
was
heard
.
"
Listen
!
"
said
Glenarvan
.
This
cry
came
from
the
same
quarter
as
the
report
,
but
less
than
a
quarter
of
a
mile
off
.
Glenarvan
,
repulsing
McNabbs
,
was
already
on
the
track
,
when
at
three
hundred
paces
from
the
wagon
they
heard
the
exclamation
:
"
Help
!
help
!
"
The
voice
was
plaintive
and
despairing
.
John
Mangles
and
the
Major
sprang
toward
the
spot
.
A
few
seconds
after
they
perceived
among
the
scrub
a
human
form
dragging
itself
along
the
ground
and
uttering
mournful
groans
.
It
was
Mulrady
,
wounded
,
apparently
dying
;
and
when
his
companions
raised
him
they
felt
their
hands
bathed
in
blood
.
The
rain
came
down
with
redoubled
violence
,
and
the
wind
raged
among
the
branches
of
the
dead
trees
.
In
the
pelting
storm
,
Glenarvan
,
the
Major
and
John
Mangles
transported
the
body
of
Mulrady
.
On
their
arrival
everyone
got
up
.
Paganel
,
Robert
,
Wilson
and
Olbinett
left
the
wagon
,
and
Lady
Helena
gave
up
her
compartment
to
poor
Mulrady
.
The
Major
removed
the
poor
fellow
's
flannel
shirt
,
which
was
dripping
with
blood
and
rain
.
He
soon
found
the
wound
;
it
was
a
stab
in
the
right
side
.
McNabbs
dressed
it
with
great
skill
.
He
could
not
tell
whether
the
weapon
had
touched
any
vital
part
.
An
intermittent
jet
of
scarlet
blood
flowed
from
it
;
the
patient
's
paleness
and
weakness
showed
that
he
was
seriously
injured
.
The
Major
washed
the
wound
first
with
fresh
water
and
then
closed
the
orifice
;
after
this
he
put
on
a
thick
pad
of
lint
,
and
then
folds
of
scraped
linen
held
firmly
in
place
with
a
bandage
.
He
succeeded
in
stopping
the
hemorrhage
.
Mulrady
was
laid
on
his
side
,
with
his
head
and
chest
well
raised
,
and
Lady
Helena
succeeded
in
making
him
swallow
a
few
drops
of
water
.
After
about
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
the
wounded
man
,
who
till
then
had
lain
motionless
,
made
a
slight
movement
.
His
eyes
unclosed
,
his
lips
muttered
incoherent
words
,
and
the
Major
,
bending
toward
him
,
heard
him
repeating
:
"
My
Lord
--
the
letter
--
Ben
Joyce
.
"
