But after hearing a brief account of the occurrence from Mr. Randolph Hay, he gave his first services to the youth, Michael Man.
The bleeding wound in his head was of itself bringing back the consciousness of the wounded lad.
Dr. Hobbs knelt by his side and made a careful examination of his injuries, and then he told the anxious friends that they were not dangerous, only a deep scalp wound and a very slight fracture of the skull.
He washed and dressed the wound there on the spot, and then directed that the youth should be taken to his room, undressed and put to bed.
A narrow mattress was brought by two menservants, who laid it on the carpet, lifted the wounded youth tenderly, laid him on it and so bore him out of the drawing-room and up the grand staircase to his chamber on the third floor, followed by Dr. Hobbs and Mr. and Mrs. Randolph Hay.
By the time Michael Man was carefully undressed and comfortably settled in bed he recovered his faculties sufficiently to recognize the situation and speak to those around him.
“Don’t ye be frighted, Judy, darlint,” he murmured feebly to his pallid, distressed sister, who was bending anxiously over him.
“Sure, and I’m not, Mike, dear. Yourself will be all right soon,” she replied, putting much constraint upon herself.
“Troth, and I’m all right now. So the redskins did come and attack the fort, afther all. But the colonel was aquil to the blackguards,” he added.
And then the doctor perceived that he was becoming delirious, and he administered a sedative. When the patient had grown quiet again the doctor left him, with his sister Judy sitting by his bed, and went downstairs to the drawing-room to attend to the other case waiting for his treatment.