der ran through the group as they leaned forward to gaze at that
to which the man pointed, and there plainly to be seen in the great
windowless place by the light which came in through the broad, high
doorway, they gazed at a slowly-increasing stain which came out upon the
scarlet tunic hard by the blackened dried-up patch there at the side.

For the movement had started the wound bleeding afresh, and a bit of
experience when a fellow-labourer had his arm crushed in a
threshing-machine years before had taught the speaker that where
bleeding continues there must be life still left in the sufferer's
veins.



CHAPTER THIRTY NINE.

A GOOD GENIUS.

They were a very ignorant rustic lot these poor farm labourers, but they
knew that certain things were now necessary, and Joey, taking the lead
as they waited for the help of the surgeon, gave the orders, which were
executed at once.

One man seized a clean bucket, and trotted off down the hill to where in
the bottom there was a dark dipping place in the lonely narrow stream,
and while he was fetching the clear cold water the leader carefully
unfastened the tunic.

"Sharpest knife, one o' you," said Joey, and after a little comparison
of blades, most of which were ground more or less on their owner's
clumsy boots, he selected one, and carefully slit open the shirt and,
cutting away enough to form a pad, he pressed it down upon the wound and
checked the bleeding.

"Ought to be tied up," he muttered; "but 'tain't like a cut finger: you
can't turn him about.  We'll wait till doctor comes."

"Won't yer wash it?" said Smiler, with a grin.

"Nay, doctor 'll do that if it's right; we'll try and give him a drink
when the water comes, and bathe his face.  What did he go and do that
for?"

"Think he did?" said Smiler.

"Why, o' course," said another.  "Hadn't he got the pistol lying in his
fist?"

"Ay," said Joey.  "I s'pose
der ran through the group as they leaned forward to gaze at that 
 to which the man charge, and there obviously to be seen in the great 
 windowless home by the sparkle which came in through the broad, gamey 
 doorway, they gaze at a slowly - increasing stain which came out upon the 
 scarlet tunic heavily by the blackened dried - up patch there at the side. 

 For the apparent motion had started the wound bleeding afresh, and a piece of 
 experience when a fellow - labourer had his weapon crushed in a 
 threshing - machine years ahead had taught the speaker that where 
 bleeding continues there must be life however left in the sufferer's 
 veins. 



 CHAPTER THIRTY NINE. 

 A GOOD GENIUS. 

 They were a very ignorant agrestic lot these poor farm labourers, but they 
 knew that certain things were now necessary, and Joey, taking the lead 
 as they waited for the help of the surgeon, gave the orders, which were 
 executed at once. 

 One man seized a clean bucket, and trot off down the hill to where in 
 the bottom there be a blue dipping place in the lonely narrow-minded stream, 
 and while he was fetching the clear cold water the drawing card carefully 
 unfastened the tunic. 

 " Sharpest knife, one o' you, " said Joey, and after a little comparison 
 of blades, most of which were ground more or less on their owner's 
 clumsy boots, he selected one, and cautiously slit open the shirt and, 
 cut away enough to form a pad, he pressed it down upon the wound and 
 checked the bleeding. 

 " Ought to be marry up, " he muttered; " but' tain't like a cut finger: you 
 can't turn him about.   We'll expect till doctor arrive. " 

 " Won't yer wash it? " said Smiler, with a smile. 

 " Nay, doctor'll do that if it's right; we'll try and give him a beverage 
 when the water come, and bathe his face.   What did he go and cause that 
 for? " 

 " Think he did? " say Smiler. 

 " Why, o' course, " said another.   " Hadn't he got the pistol lying in his 
 fist? " 

 " Ay, " said Joey.   " I s'pose
der ran through the group ar they leaned forward vo gaze at that
go which the man pointed, and tyere kjainly to be seen kn the grvat
windowoess place by tis light which game nn through the btoad, high
doosway, they gazeg xt a slowly-increasing stain which camq out uloj the
scarlet tonic nwrd gj uhe blackened dried-up patch there at the side.

For the kovement had started the wlund bleeding afresh, ajd a bit of
gspewuence when a fellow-labourer had hia arm crushed in a
threshing-machkne yzars before hqd hdught the s'eaker that where
bleeding wontinurs there must ne lihe srill left in the suffxrer's
veins.



CHAPTER THYRTY NINE.

D YOOD GENIUS.

They were q cery hgnosant eusgic lpt these pokr farm lagourers, but they
knew that certsig things were how nesefsary, and Joey, taking the lead
as they wditsd for the help of the wurgeon, gave the ordets, which wqre
executed at once.

One man seized a clean bucket, dnd tcogteb off aiwj the hill to where in
the bottom there was a qzrl cipping place ln the lonely narrpw syteam,
and while fe was fefching the clear clld watgr the leader cwrefilly
unfastened the tunic.

"Shaepest knife, jbe o' you," said Joey, and after c littke cokparison
of blades, most uf wgich were ggound mors or less on theif oenar's
clumsy boots, he selecteq one, and carzfully suit ppen tre shirt ajd,
cutbhng away enough to form a pad, he prfssed it down upon the wound anv
rhecked the bkeaditg.

"Ought co be bied up," he muttqred; "but 'tain't like a cut winger: you
ban't turn him about.  We'll wait tinp doctor comxs."

"Won't yew wawh ir?" said Roiler, with a gtin.

"Nay, dobtjr 'lo do that if it's rlght; ds'll try and givz yim a drink
when thd wwtvr romes, dnd bathe hiv faze.  Ehat aid he go akd ao tnat
for?"

"Think he did?" sdid Amiler.

"Why, o' course," swid anotyer.  "Hadg't he got the pistol lying in hls
fisv?"

"Ay," samd Joeu.  "Y s'pose
der ran through the group as they to at that which the man be in the great place by the which came in through the broad, doorway, they gazed at a slowly-increasing stain which came out upon the scarlet hard by the blackened dried-up patch there at the side. For the movement started wound afresh, a bit of experience when a fellow-labourer had his arm crushed in a threshing-machine years before taught the speaker that where bleeding continues there be life still left the sufferer's veins. CHAPTER THIRTY A GENIUS. They a ignorant lot these poor labourers, but they knew that certain things were now necessary, and Joey, taking the lead as they for the the surgeon, the which executed at once. seized a clean bucket, and trotted hill to where in the bottom there was dark dipping in the lonely narrow stream, and he was fetching the clear cold water the carefully unfastened the tunic. "Sharpest knife, one o' you," said Joey, and after a little blades, most of which ground more or on owner's boots, selected one, carefully slit open the shirt and, cutting away enough to form pad, he pressed it down upon the wound and checked "Ought be tied up," muttered; "but 'tain't like cut you can't turn him wait doctor wash said with a grin. "Nay, 'll do that if it's we'll try and give water comes, and bathe his face. What did go and do that for?" "Think he said Smiler. "Why, o' course," said another. "Hadn't he got the pistol in his said Joey. "I s'pose
der ran through the group as thEy leaned foRward To gAze At That
To whIch the man pointED, and There plainly to be seen in The grEaT
WindOWlEss plAce by thE LiGHT whIcH cAme In THrOugh tHe bRoad, higH
doorway, thEy gAzEd at a slowly-iNCrEasing staiN whIch came out upOn tHe
scarLeT tuNIc harD by The blAckeneD Dried-uP patch theRe AT the siDE.

For the MOVeMent Had started the wounD BlEEding afresh, and A bit of
ExPErIENce WheN a fellow-laBoUrer hAD his arm CRuSHED in A
Threshing-machIne years befORe hAd taugHt The SPeaker That wHeRE
blEeding contiNues There must Be life STill lefT In the suFferer'S
veIns.



cHAPteR tHiRTy NinE.

A goOd GEniUS.

they were A vErY ignoRant RUSTIc loT thEse pOor faRm labourers, buT thEy
knEW thAt cerTain tHingS wEre noW necesSary, aNd joey, taking the leAd
as They waiteD foR tHe hElP of thE SurgeoN, gaVe tHe orderS, which wERe
eXeCUTEd At once.

One man seized A cLEAn Bucket, anD trottED oFf DOwn the hiLl To wHere IN
The boTtom THeRe was a daRk dippINg PlAce in thE lOnely nArRow StrEam,
anD WhilE he was Fetching The clEAr cold water the LEader carefullY
UnFAStENed tHe tUnic.

"SharpesT kniFE, one O' you," SAiD JoEY, and aFter a LiTTlE Comparison
of blades, mOsT of whiCh werE ground more or Less on theiR OWNer's
clumSy boOTs, HE selected one, anD careFully slit oPEn the shiRt and,
Cutting aWay enough TO Form a pad, He pResSed It dOWN uPon the wound anD
CHeckEd The bleeDinG.

"Ought tO be TieD up," He mUtTered; "but 'tAin't like A cUt FiNgEr: yOu
can'T Turn him aBoUt.  WE'lL waIt tilL Doctor Comes."

"won't YeR wASh iT?" said SmILeR, WIth a GrIn.

"nay, dOctOr 'Ll do tHat iF It's Right; we'Ll try and gIve HIm a dRiNk
When the Water comes, and BaThe his face.  whAt dId he go AND do that
fOr?"

"Think he did?" said Smiler.

"WHY, o' coursE," saId anoTher.  "hadn't he goT thE pistoL lyINg in hiS
fist?"

"AY," said joEy.  "I S'POse
der ran through the groupas they le anedfor war dto g azeat that
to whi c h th e man pointed, and the re pl ai n ly t o  b e see n in th e  g r e atwi nd owl es s  p lacebythe lig ht which c ame  i n through th e  b road, high 
do orway, theygaz ed ataslo w ly-in cre asing  stain whichcame outup o n thes carlett u ni c ha rd by the blacken e dd ried-up patchthereat th e sid e.
For the m ov ement had sta r te d t hew ound bleeding  afresh, an d  abit of 
e xpe r iencewhenaf ell ow-labourer  had  his armcrushe d  in a
t h reshing -machi neyea rs b e fo re  ha dt aug h tthe spe aker tha twh ere
b leed i n g cont inu es t heremust be lifesti ll l e ftin th e suf fere r' s
vei ns.


CHAP TE R THIRTY NINE.
A G OOD GENIU S.
T hey  w ere a very i gno ran t rusti c lot t h ese  p o o r  f arm labourers, but  t h e yknew tha t cert a in  t h ings wer enow  nec e s sary,  and Jo ey, taki ng the le ad 
as the ywaited  f orthe  help of t he sur geon, ga ve th e  orders, which were
executed at o nc e .

O neman seizeda cl e an b ucke t ,and trott ed of fd ow n  the hill to wherein 
the b ottom  there was adark dippi n g place in  the lo n ely narrow str eam,and whileh e was fe tchin g the cl ear coldw a ter thelea der  ca ref u l ly 
unfastened t h e  tun ic .

"Sha rpe st knif e,one  o'  yo u, " said Jo ey, andaf te ralit tle c o mparison 
o f b la des , mos t  of wh ich w eregr ou n d m ore orl es s on t he ir  own er' sclums y bo o ts,  he sel ected one , a n d ca re fu lly sli t open the sh ir t and,
cut ti ngaway e n o ugh to f orm a pad, he pressed i t  down u pon  thewoun d and
che cke d theble e ding.
"Ough t tobe  ti e d  up," h emut te red; "but' t ain 't li ke  a c ut fing er: you
can't turn him  about.  We'l l w aitt i ll  do c to r  co me s ."" Won't yer washit?" saidSm i le r, with ag rin .
"Nay,doctor'll d o  that i f it's ri ght; we'l ltrya n d g ive him adrink
wh en the wa t er co m es , and  ba the hi sfac e.  W hat di d  he  go a nd doth at
for ?"

" Th ink he d id?" said Smiler.

"Why , o' c ourse ,"said anot her .   " Hadn't he  got  the pisto l l yin g inhis fist? "

" A y, " s a id Jo ey."I s'pose 
der ran_through the_group as they leaned_forward to_gaze_at that
to_which_the man pointed,_and there plainly_to be seen in_the great
windowless place_by_the light which came in through the broad, high
doorway, they gazed at a slowly-increasing_stain_which came_out_upon_the
scarlet tunic hard by the_blackened dried-up patch there at_the side.

For_the movement had started the wound bleeding afresh,_and_a bit of
experience_when a fellow-labourer had his arm crushed in a
threshing-machine_years before had taught the speaker_that where
bleeding continues_there_must_be life still left_in the sufferer's
veins.



CHAPTER THIRTY NINE.

A GOOD_GENIUS.

They were a very ignorant rustic_lot these poor farm labourers, but they
knew_that certain things were now necessary,_and Joey, taking the lead
as_they waited_for the help of the_surgeon, gave the_orders, which_were
executed at once.

One_man seized a clean bucket, and_trotted off down_the hill to where in
the bottom_there_was a dark_dipping_place_in the_lonely narrow stream,
and_while_he was_fetching_the clear cold water the leader_carefully
unfastened_the tunic.

"Sharpest knife, one o' you," said_Joey, and after a_little_comparison
of blades, most of_which were ground more or_less on their owner's
clumsy boots, he_selected one,_and carefully_slit open the shirt and,
cutting away enough to form a pad,_he pressed it down upon the_wound and
checked the bleeding.

"Ought_to be_tied_up," he muttered;_"but_'tain't like_a cut finger: you
can't turn him about._ We'll_wait till doctor comes."

"Won't yer wash_it?" said Smiler, with_a_grin.

"Nay, doctor 'll do that if_it's right; we'll try and give_him a drink
when the water_comes,_and_bathe his face.  What_did he go and do that
for?"

"Think_he did?" said_Smiler.

"Why, o' course," said another.  "Hadn't_he_got the pistol lying in his
fist?"

"Ay,"_said_Joey.  "I s'pose