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ther end of the chamber, he placed it on the floor, that he might examine the state of the person, who was breathing heavily, and apparently badly wounded. "Rise up, my lad," said Edward, "and let me see if I can be of any use."
"Ah! no," cried the boy, throwing back his long hair from his temples, "he bleeds to death!"
"Bring me some water, quick," said Edward, "there's a good lad, while I see where he is hurt."
The boy ran up to fetch the water, and Edward discovered that the ball had entered the neck, above the collar bone, and that the blood poured out of the man's mouth, who was choking with the effusion. Although ignorant of surgery, Edward thought that such a wound must be mortal; but the man was not only alive but sensible, and although he could not utter a word, he spoke with his eyes, and with signs. He raised his hand and pointed to himself first, and shook his head, as if to say that it was all over with him; and then he turned round his head, as if looking for the lad, who was now returning with the water. When the lad again knelt by his side, weeping bitterly, the man pointed to him, and gave such an imploring look that Edward immediately comprehended what he wished; it was to ask protection for the boy. It could not be misunderstood, and could Edward do otherwise than promise it to the dying man? His generous nature could not refuse it, and he said, "I understand you; you wish me to take care of your boy, when you are gone. Is it not so?"
The man signified assent.
"I promise you I will do so. I will take him into my own family, and he shall share with us."
The man raised his hand again, and a gleam of joy passed over his features, as he took the hand of the lad and put it into that of Edward's. His eyes were then fixed upon Edward, as if to scrutinize into his character by his features, while the former bathed his temples and washed the blood from his mouth with
