"What was Sam doing all this time?" inquired the judge, as he stood contemplating the insensible boy.
"Oh, papa, he sprang from the carriage as soon as the horses became unmanageable and ran away! But don"t stop here asking useless questions!
Lift him out and take him into the house! Gently, papa! gently," said Claudia, as Judge Merlin slipped his long arms under the youth"s body and lifted him from the carriage.
"Now, then, what do you expect me to do with him?" inquired Judge Merlin, looking around as if for a convenient place to lay him on the gra.s.s.
"Oh, papa, take him right into the spare bedroom on the lower floor! and lay him on the bed. I have sent for a doctor to attend him here,"
answered Claudia, as she sprang from the carriage and led the way into the very room she had indicated.
"He is rather badly hurt," said the judge, as he laid Ishmael upon the bed and arranged his broken limbs as easily as he could.
""Rather badly!" he is crushed nearly to death! I told you the whole carriage pa.s.sed over him!" cried Claudia, with a hysterical sob, as she bent over the boy.
"Worse than I thought," continued the judge, as he proceeded to unb.u.t.ton Ishmael"s coat and loosen his clothes. "Did you say you sent for a doctor?"
"Yes! as soon as it happened! He ought to be here in an hour from this!"
replied Claudia, wringing her hands.
"His clothes must be cut away from him; it might do his fractured limbs irreparable injury to try to draw off his coat and trousers in the usual manner. Leave him to me, Claudia, and go and tell old Katie to come here and bring a pair of sharp shears with her," ordered the judge.
Claudia stooped down quickly, gave one wistful, longing, compa.s.sionate gaze at the still, cold white face of the sufferer, and then hurried out to obey her father"s directions. She sent old Katie in, and then threw off her hat and mantle and sat down on the step of the door to watch for the doctor"s approach, and also to be at hand to hear any tidings that might come from the room of the wounded boy.
More than an hour Claudia remained on the watch without seeing anyone.
Then, when suspense grew intolerable, she impulsively sprang up and silently hastened to the door of the sick-room and softly rapped.
The judge came and opened it.
"Oh, papa, how is he?"
"Breathing, Claudia, that is all! I wish to Heaven the doctor would come! Are you sure the messenger went after him!"
"Oh, yes, papa, I am sure! Do let me come in and see him!"
"It is no place for you, Claudia; he is partially undressed; I will take care of him."
And with these words the judge gently closed the door in his daughter"s face.
Claudia went back to her post.
"Why don"t the doctor come! And oh! why don"t Reuben Gray or Hannah come? It is dreadful to sit here and wait!" she exclaimed, as with a sudden resolution she sprang up again, seized her hat and ran out of the house with the intention of proceeding directly to the Gray"s cottage.
But a few paces from the house she met the doctor"s gig.
"Oh, Doctor Jarvis, I am so glad you have come at last!" she cried.
"Who is it that is hurt?" inquired the doctor.
"Ishmael Worth, our overseer"s nephew!"
"How did it happen?"
"Didn"t they tell you?"
"No."
"Oh, poor boy! He threw himself before my horses to stop them as they were running down the steeps over the river; and he turned them aside, but they knocked him down and ran over him!"
"Bad! very bad! poor fellow!" said the doctor, jumping from his gig as he drew up before the house.
Claudia ran in before him, leading the way to the sick chamber, at the door of which she rapped to announce the arrival. This time old Katie opened the door, and admitted the doctor.
Claudia, excluded from entrance, walked up and down the hall in a fever of anxiety.
Once old Katie came out and Claudia arrested her.
"What does the doctor say, Katie?"
"He don"t say nothing satisfactory, Miss Claudia. Don"t stop me, please!
I"m sent for bandages and things!"
And Katie hurried on her errand, and presently reappeared with her arms full of linen and other articles, which she carried into the sick-room.
Later, the doctor came out attended by the judge.
Claudia waylaid them with the questions:
"What is the nature of his injuries? are they fatal?"
"Not fatal; but very serious. One leg and arm are broken; and he is very badly bruised; but worst of all is the great shock to his very sensitive nervous system," was the reply of Doctor Jarvis.
"When will you see him again, sir?" anxiously inquired Claudia.
"In the course of the evening. I am not going back home for some hours, perhaps not for the night; I have a case at Gray"s."
"Indeed! that is the reason, then, I suppose, why no one has answered my message to come up and see Ishmael. But who is sick there?" inquired Claudia.
"Mrs. Gray. Good-afternoon, Miss Merlin," said the doctor shortly, as he walked out of the house attended by the judge.
Claudia went to the door of Ishmael"s room and rapped softly.
Old Katie answered the summons.
"Can I come in now, Katie?" asked Miss Merlin, a little impatiently.
"Oh, yes, I s"pose so; I s"pose you"d die if you didn"t!" answered this privileged old servant, holding open the door for Claudia"s admittance.
She pa.s.sed softly into the darkened room, and approached the bedside.
Ishmael lay there swathed in linen bandages and extended at full length, more like a shrouded corpse than a living boy. His eyes were closed and his face was livid.
"Is he asleep?" inquired Claudia, in a tone scarcely above her breath.