"Yes," added the doctor, springing out, "I never saw such driving!
It's lucky our necks are not broken"
"You are all right, Doctor, and ready for your work," Scofield
remarked brusquely. "As for the horse, I'll soon bring him
around;" and he rapidly began to unhitch the over-driven animal.
"What are you going to do?" Miss Madison asked curiously.
"Rub him into as good shape as when he started."
She turned away to hide a smile as she thought, "He has waked up
at last."
The boy was rendered unconscious, and his leg speedily put in the
way of restoration. "He will do very well now if my directions are
carried out strictly," the physician was saying when Scofield
entered.
Mr. Merriweather and Mr. Hackley stood rather helplessly in the
background and were evidently giving more thought to the fair
nurse than to the patient. The mother was alternating between
lamentations and invocations of good on the "young leddy's" head.
Finding that he would come in for a share of the latter, Scofield
retreated again. Miss Madison walked quietly out, and looking
critically at the horse, remarked, "You have kept your word very
well, Mr.
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