Chapter 7

“Right, let’s get this down you,” he muttered, and spooned some of the sweet tea up. It had cooled but Will tested the heat of the spoon against his own lip and, satisfied it wouldn’t burn, pushed it gently into Dearne’s unresponsive mouth. It dribbled, but with a little adjustment he managed to spoon the liquid in, tilt his head and get it down. The man coughed and spluttered, but then swallowed. He managed to get half a cup down him that satisfied his worry he might expire from thirst, and gave some encouragement he might wake before long. Will laid him back and then drank his own tea in a couple of huge mouthfuls. He rinsed the cups and put the used leaves in a dish, then put everything away and wiped the table.