d nearly half an hour of anguish.
It fortunately happened that, just as I had come to this resolution, a gentleman rode up, and learning who we had inside, volunteered his services. I immediately accepted them, desiring him to ride back to the town, and despatch to my house the ablest physician he could find. When the 'bus drew up at our door, the doctor was there in readiness for his patient, whom we lifted out, apparently in the last stage of exhaustion, and carried carefully into the house and upstairs into my own room, where my sister (advertised by Bob, who had made the best of his way home on foot) had a cheerful fire blazing in the grate, hot water in abundance, and everything else ready that her womanly sympathy could suggest.
The doctor remained with the sick man more than half an hour; and when I heard his footstep descending the staircase I went out and met him.
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An excellent tale and a ripping yarn all right! Cannot improve on the first review except to add that is the kind of leisure read you could take on a holiday. The description of the sea voyage reminded me of Life of Pi.
This book fits the "ripping yarns" category. It has a lot of salty sea talk and a new peril around every twist in the plot. The hero is a very proper Englishman. His conversational style is precisely formulated in the genteel fashion of the 19th Century. But it's a good swashbuckler with a pretty predictable resolution.