arousing to consciousness, spoke anxiously:
"Doctor, tell me, where am I?"
Ichabod felt himself embarrassed. He spoke emphatically.
"No, Miss, I hain't no doctor--that is, I hain't no medical M.D., but folks says I'm a right smart o' a water doctor fer fever an' sich, but in yo'r case, I's a-takin' o' the water out instead o' puttin' it in or rubbin' it on, an' you lacks a heap o' havin' a fever, but arter I gits ye ter the shack I'll warm up yer little cold frame an' vitals with a swig o' brandy. That is, if ye has come to 'nough ter swaller."
The young woman was now breathing normally. The Captain raised her in his arms and bore her to the shack--across the threshold of which hitherto no woman's foot had stepped. The room was warm with the heat from the cook-stove, which had been left with the drafts open. He laid the girl on his bed, and then brought to her a glass of old brandy, salvaged years before from a wreck, and held intact by him during all this time as if for just such
Slow paced story of an abduction plus murder, giving characters the chance to develop. Astonishingly lenient for an U.S. book towards the murderer, for which alone it is worth reading.