Chapter LXV
After returning twice for water, to satisfy those in the house, Mr.
Seagrave came to the assistance of William, who had been removing
Ready's clothes to ascertain the nature of the wound he had received.
"We had better move him to where the other cocoa-nut boughs lie; he will be more comfortable there," said William.
Ready whispered, "More water." William gave him some more and then, with the assistance of his father, Ready was removed to a more comfortable place. As soon as they laid him there, Ready turned on his side, and threw up a quantity of blood.
"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.