She ran to the kitchen to fetch hot water to bathe his wounds and then she woke Mrs. Dawson and told her that they wanted bandages urgently.
When she got back, Alister was comfortably in bed.
But his arm was still bleeding as was the wound on his head, which was deeper than she had at first thought.
“He might have been killed by either of the shots!” Dawson exclaimed.
“I know,” Georgina replied. “He must have heard them and gone to see what was happening without realising they were thieves.”
She looked down at Alister and said,
“We must send for a doctor.”
“Yes, of course, my Lady. Lever will fetch the one in the village and the sooner he comes here the better.”
Lever, who was bending over Alister, rose to his feet.
“I’ll be as quick as I can,” he said, “but I makes no promises as
