Without you,
I had been lost forever. But let us do what we may for these poor
people, who have, I fear, sacrificed their lives in my defence."
The inanimate form of Mrs. Swinger was placed upon the bed by Hatchie,
and, while Emily endeavored to ascertain the nature of her wound, the
mulatto examined into Jerry's condition. The worthy woodman had only
been stunned by the blow, and Hatchie's vigorous application soon
restored him to consciousness. With the assistance of the mulatto, he
rose. Looking wildly around him, he discovered the form of Vernon upon
the floor. This seemed to recall his recollection of the events of the
hour.
"Whar's Suke?" said he.
Then perceiving her outstretched form upon the bed, he calmly, but very
sorrowfully, asked, "Is she dead?"
"No, thank God! she is not dead; but I fear she is badly injured,"
replied Emily, who was still bending over the sufferer.
The woodman approached the bed-side, and, observing the faint breathing
which gently heaved her chest, he seemed comforted.
"Whar's the wound?" asked he, in a melancholy tone.
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