Chapter 42

I pulled him away and dragged the dog’s jaws apart. There seemed to be no life in Kester. “Water!” I says to Huglet, who chanced to be nighest. “Fetch water, you murderer! Brandy, Mister Camlet, please!” He stooped over Kester. “I mun burn the bite,” he said. “Best do it afore we bring him round. But how to heat the iron?” I stood up. I cared for nobody. They couldna have been more feared if I’d been a savage queen. “Six men pick up sticks!” I says. “And quick about it! And you, Grimble, find flint and tinder.” “I …