That blow was the last of the battle.
He was breathing very loud and hard, but his eyes were closed and his face a horrible color..
Between us we raised his head.
At the same instant my mother, alarmed by the cries and fighting, came running downstairs to help me.
Rum! Rum! I ran to fetch it, but I was quite unsteadied by all that had fallen out, and I broke one glass and fouled the tap, and while I was still getting in my own way, I heard a loud fall in the parlor, and running in, beheld the captain lying full length upon the floor.
I must get away from here.
Rum, he repeated.
Are you hurt? cried I.
Jim, says he, rum; and as he spoke, he reeled a little, and caught himself with one hand against the wall.
Then he passed his hand over his eyes several times and at last turned back into the house.
The captain, for his part, stood staring at the signboard like a bewildered man.
Once out upon the road, Black Dog, in spite of his wound, showed a wonderful clean pair of heels and disappeared over the edge of the hill in half a minute.
That blow was the last of the battle
