Barrymore:
Doctor Mortimer had no sooner got poor Sir Henry sewn up and we were heating water for to bathe him and put him to bed when there came another cry for help outside the Hall. Perkins was bringing the hipbath down from storage,and Mary Jane and my wife were in the kitchen making up a posset, so I left Sir Henry with the Doctor and went to the door myself, dreading to think what I might see. I found Mr. Holmes struggling through the moor gate with two half-conscious men, and while I didn't know the one I had come to know the other over his stay. Mr. Holmes wouldn't let me take Dr. Watson though. He passed me the stranger -- Inspector Lestrade he said his name was -- and then picked up his friend and tucked him over one shoulder like a man carrying a lamb. Dr. Watson protested, saying he could walk, but Mr. Holmes just hushed him, saying, "Save your strength for bleeding."
In we went as quick as we could go. Dr. Mortimer had called to Perkins to help and so he did with my burden, but Holmes never took a bit of aid, not even when we got inside and you could see in the light that he'd been soaked with mud.
"We'll need more water," said Dr. Mortimer, looking the three of them over. "What did you do, man? Fall into the Mire?"
"I'm cold and wet," Holmes said. "And I believe Lestrade to be concussed. But Watson is wounded, and the bullet is still in his arm."
Dr. Mortimer scowled, and went to clear a chair by the fireplace, but Sir Henry had heard and he pushed himself up to make room on the table. "Put him here," he ordered, sounding more like Sir Charles than he had in all the time he'd come to Dartmoor. "Put him in the light."