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key, and was a careless chap enough. I took him across the meadows, and brought him up here, still keepin’ away from the village, and in the fields, where there wasn’t a creature to see us at that time o’ night; and so I got him into the room downstairs, where mother was a-sittin’ over the fire gettin’ my bit o’ supper ready for me.

“I put the strange chap in a chair agen the fire, and then for the first time I had a good look at him. I never see anybody in such a state before. He was all over green damp and muck, and his hands was scratched and cut to pieces. I got his clothes off him how I could, for he was like a child in my hands, and sat starin’ at the fire as helpless as any baby; only givin’ a long heavy sigh now and then, as if his heart was a-goin’ to bust. At last he dropped into a kind of a doze, a stupid sort of sleep, and began to nod over the fire, so I ran and got a blanket and wrapped him in it, and got him to lie down on the press bedstead in the room under this. I sent mother to bed, and I sat by the fire and watched him, and kep’ the fire up till it was just upon daybreak, when he ’woke up all of a sudden with a start, and said he must go, directly this minute.

“I begged him not to think of such a thing and told him he warn’t fit to move for ever so long; but he said he must go, and he got up, and though he staggered like, and at first could hardly stand steady two minutes together, he wouldn’t be beat, and he got me to dress him in his clothes as I’d dried and cleaned as well as I could while he laid asleep. I did manage it at last, but the clothes was awful spoiled, and he looked a dreadful objeck, with his pale face and a great cut on his forehead that I’d washed and tied up with a handkercher. He could only get his coat on by buttoning it on round his neck, for he couldn’t put a sleeve upon his broken arm. But he held out agen everything, though he groaned every now and then; and what with the scratches and bruises on his hands, and the cut upon his forehead, and his stiff limbs and broken arm, he’d plenty of call to groan; and by the time it was broad daylight he was dressed and ready to go.

“ ‘What’s the nearest town to this upon the London road?’ he asked me.

“I told him as the nighest town was Brentwood.

“ ‘Very well, then,’ he says, ‘if you’ll go with me to Brentwood, and take me to some surgeon as’ll set my arm, I’ll give you a five pound note for that and all your other trouble.’

“I told him that I was ready and willin’ to do anything as he wanted done; and asked him if I shouldn’t go and see if I could borrow a cart from some of the neighbors to drive him over in, for I told him it was a good six miles’ walk.

“He shook his head. No, no, no, he said, he didn’t want anybody to know anything about him; he’d rather walk it.

“He did walk it; and he walked like a good ’un, too; though I know as every step he took o’ them six miles he took in pain; but he held out as he’d held out before; I never see such a chap to hold out in all my blessed life. He had to stop sometimes and lean agen a gateway to get his breath; but he held out still, till at last we got into Brentwood, and then he says, ‘Take me to the nighest surgeon’s,’ and I waited while he had his arm set in splints, which took a precious long time. The surgeon wanted him to stay in Brentwood till he was better, but he said it warn’t to be heard on, he must get up to London without a minute’s loss of time; so the surgeon made him as comfortable as he could, considering and tied up his arm in a sling.”

Robert Audley started. A circumstance connected with his visit to Liverpool dashed suddenly back upon his memory. He remembered the clerk who had called him back to say there was a passenger who took his berth on board the Victoria Regia within an hour or so of the vessel’s sailing; a young man with his arm in a sling, who had called himself by some common name, which Robert had forgotten.

“When his arm was dressed,” continued Luke, “he says to the surgeon, ‘Can you give me a pencil to write something before I go away?’ The surgeon smiles and shakes his head: ‘You’ll never be able to write with that there hand today,’ he says, pointin’ to the arm as had just been dressed. ‘P’raps not,’ the young chap answers, quiet enough, ‘but I can write with the other,’ ‘Can’t I write it for you?’ says the surgeon. ‘No, thank you,’ answers the other; ‘what I’ve got to write is private. If you can give me a couple of envelopes, I’ll be obliged to you.’

“With that the surgeon goes to fetch the envelopes, and the young chap takes a pocketbook out of his coat pocket with his left hand; the cover was wet and dirty, but the inside was clean enough, and he tears out a couple of leaves and begins to write upon ’em as you see; and he writes dreadful awk’ard with his left hand, and he writes slow, but he contrives to finish what you see, and then he puts the two bits o’ writin’ into the envelopes as the surgeon brings him, and he seals ’em up, and

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