The Mountain Girl by Emma Payne Erskine Chapter 18 Page 11

send for a doctor who could do you right! Bishop Towers won’t know anything about this.”

“What have you done?”

“I sent for Bishop Towers.”

“Who did me up like this?”

She was silent and, rising quickly, stepped out on the porch, her cheeks flaming crimson. Yesterday in her terror and frenzy she could have done anything; but now — with his eyes fixed on her face so intently — she could not reply nor tell how, alone, she had stripped him to the waist and bound him about with the homespun cotton of her dress to stanch the bleeding before hurrying down the mountain for help.

Instinctively she had done the right thing and had done