"Tabby, get the brandy bottle and pour some into a glass and bring it here. Quick!" she exclaimed.
Miss Tabby, too much awed to whimper, brought the required stimulant, which Mrs. Winterose immediately administered to the patient.
The effect was good. He breathed more freely and looked around him.
"Now, be of good cheer! I have sent a man on a fast horse for the doctor. He will be here in an hour," said Mrs. Winterose encouragingly.
The wounded man laughed faintly, as he replied:
"Why, what can the doctor do for me? I'm shot to death. I'd like to see a magistrate, or a lawyer, though."
"Would you? Then you shall. Hey! one of you men, run out to the stable as fast as you can, and see if Joe's gone. If he isn't, tell him to fetch lawyer Closeby, as well as the doctor," said Mrs. Winterose.
Both of the laborers started on the errand.
Mrs. Winterose turned to her patient.
"What place is this; and who are you?" he inquired.