With a tremendous effort, he turned, and lay side to
side with his enemy, when Timotheus dashed in, and, bodily picking up
the Grinstun man in his arms, hammered his head on the big flat stone,
till the breathless lawyer begged him to stop. Up came Mr. Bigglethorpe
and Mr. Terry in great consternation, and gazed with wonder upon the
lately active ghost. "Make him fast," cried Coristine with difficulty,
"while I look after the poor Squire." So, Timotheus and the fisher took
off Rawdon's coat and braces, and bound him hand and foot with his own
belongings. But the veteran had already looked to his son-in-law, and,
from the picnic stores, had poured some spirits into his lips. "Rouse
up, John, avic," he cried piteously, "rouse up, my darlint, or Honoria
'ull be breakin' her poor heart. It's good min is scarce thim toimes,
an' the good God'll niver be takin' away the bist son iver an ould man
had." The Squire came to, although the dark blood oozed out of an ugly
wound in the back of his head, and the amount of liquor his affectionate
father-in law had poured into him made him light-headed.
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