“Hold that just there, Bob.”
He made another knot over the rule on the inside of the arm, and then twisted the extemporised tourniquet till the lad winced.
“Hurt?”
“No, sir.”
“That’s stopped it. Gertrude, send one of the maids down to the office and tell Griggs to ride down on his bicycle for Kearton. Feel funny, Bob?”
“Just a bit, sir.”
“Lie down flat in the shade there. I’ll get you a glass of grog.”
Lynette, solemn and sympathetic, had stood watching her father, disassociating herself from her mother and Miss Whiffen, and the members of the committee.
“Wasn’t it a good thing I found daddy, Bob?”
“It was, miss.”