There he found the demoniac still lying on the floor, bound hand and foot. Longman, Dandy and Mr. Campbell were standing around him. They had taken the gag from his mouth, but he was breathing heavily. He had suffered the usual reaction in mania a potu, from violent frenzy to deep coma.
The men around him made way for the young doctor, who knelt down beside him, looked into his face, felt his pulse and his heart, and even lifted the heavy, half-closed lids of his swollen eyes. Then he rose and said:
“I think you may unbind him with safety now; he will not be in a condition to assault any one or do any harm for many days to come, if he ever should.”
At this moment Ran re-entered the drawing-room and reported Mike as sleeping quietly.
Then, in the kindness of his heart toward his fallen foe, he stooped and examined the condition of Gentleman Geff, whom Longman had just unbound and straightened out, and who was now lying relaxed and limp on the carpet.
“Now, Mr. Campbell,” said Ran, standing up, “you see that we have no alternative than to put this poor wretch to bed in the house here.”
“Not so,” said the rector. Then turning to the doctor, he inquired: “Will it be safe to remove this man immediately to my house—to the rectory, that is? The distance is short, you know.”
“It will be perfectly safe, sir,” replied the physician.
“Then, Mr. Hay, I shall be much obliged to you for the use of a spring wagon or cart and a mattress with pillows and proper covering to convey this man to the rectory,” said Mr. Campbell, turning to his host.
“But, my dear sir, do you think of what you are about to do?” demanded Ran.