After a time the wounds became more stiff, and Alfred appeared to be more oppressed by the pain. They proceeded, however, as fast as they could, and at nightfall they were not far from home. But Alfred moved with great difficulty; he had become very faint, so much so, that Martin requested John would put down the venison and hasten before them to the house to request Mr. Campbell to send some brandy or other cordial to support Alfred, who was scarcely able to move on from weakness and loss of blood. As they were not more than a mile from the house, John was soon there, and hastening in at the door, he gave his message in presence of Mrs. Campbell and his cousins, who were in a state of great distress at the intelligence. Mr. Campbell went to his room for the spirits, and as soon as he brought it out Emma seized her bonnet, and said that she would accompany John. Mr. and Mrs. Campbell had no time to raise any objection, if they were inclined, for Emma was out of the door in a moment, with John at her heels. But Emma quite forgot that she had no snow shoes, and before she had gone half the distance she found herself as much fatigued as if she had walked miles; and she sank deeper and deeper in the snow every step that she advanced. At last they arrived, and found the party: Alfred was lying insensible on the snow, and the others making a litter of branches that they might carry him to the house. A little brandy poured down his throat brought Alfred to his senses; and as he opened his eyes, he perceived Emma hanging over him. "Dear Emma, how kind of you," said he, attempting to rise. "Do not move, Alfred; they will soon have the litter ready, and then you will be carried to the house. It is not far off." "I am strong again now, Emma," replied Alfred. "But you must not remain here in the cold. See, the snow is falling again." "I must remain now till they are ready to carry you, Alfred, for I dare not go back by myself." By this time the litter was prepared, and Alfred placed on it. Malachi, Henry, Martin and John took it up. "Where is Percival?" said Emma. "He's behind a little way," replied John. "The snow-shoes hurt him, and he could not walk so fast. He will be here in a minute." They carried Alfred to the house, where Mr. and Mrs. Campbell and Mary were waiting at the door in great anxiety; poor Emma was quite knocked up by the time that they arrived, and went into her own room.