"I shall be unable to decide definitely for an hour or so yet, unless he regains consciousness in the meantime. It may be a fracture of the skull or a mere concussion."
"Huh!"
Mr. Sparling would have said more, but for the fact that the calm eyes of the surgeon were fixed upon him in a level gaze.
"Any bones broken?"
"No; I think not. How far did he fall?"
"Fell from Emperor"s head when the bull was up in the air. He must have taken all of a twenty-foot dive, I should say."
"Possible? It"s a great wonder he didn"t break his neck. But he is very well muscled for a boy of his age. I don"t suppose they have a hospital in this town?"
"Of course not. They never have anything in these tank towns.
You ought to know that by this time."
"They have a hotel. I know for I took dinner there today. If you will get a carriage of some sort I think we had better take him there."
"Leave him, you mean?" questioned Mr. Sparling.
"Yes; that will be best. We can put him in charge of a local physician here. He ought to be able to take care of the boy all right."
"Not by a jug full!" roared Mr. James Sparling. "We"ll do nothing of the sort."
"It will not be safe to take him with us, Sparling."
"Did I say it would? Did I? Of course, he shan"t be moved, nor will he be left to one of these know-nothing sawbones. You"ll stay here with him yourself, and you"ll take care of him if you know what"s good for you. I"d rather lose most any five men in this show than that boy there."
The surgeon nodded his approval of the sentiment. He, too, had taken quite a fancy to Phil, because of the lad"s sunny disposition and natural brightness.
"Get out the coach some of you fellows. Have my driver hook up and drive back into the paddock here, and be mighty quick about it. Here, doc, is a head of lettuce (roll of money). If you need any more, you know where to reach us. Send me a telegram in the morning and another tomorrow night. Keep me posted and pull that boy out of this sc.r.a.pe or you"ll be everlastingly out of a job with the Sparling Combined Shows. Understand?"
The surgeon nodded understandingly. He had heard Mr. Sparling bl.u.s.ter on other occasions, and it did not make any great impression upon him.
The carriage was quickly at hand. Circus people were in the habit of obeying orders promptly. A quick drive was made to the hotel, where the circus boy was quickly undressed and put to bed.
All during the night the surgeon worked faithfully over his little charge, and just as the first streaks of daylight slanted through the window and across the white counterpane, Phil opened his eyes.
For only a moment did they remain open, then closed again.
The surgeon drew a long, deep breath.
"Not a fracture," he announced aloud. "I"m thankful for that."
He drew the window shades down to shut out the light, as it was all important that Phil should be kept quiet for a time. But the surgeon did not sleep. He sat keen-eyed by the side of the bed, now and then noting the pulse of his patient, touching the lad"s cheeks with light fingers.
After a time the fresh morning air, fragrant with the fields and flowers, drifted in, and the birds in the trees took up their morning songs.
"I guess the storm must be over," muttered the medical man, rising softly and peering out from behind the curtain.
The day was dawning bright and beautiful.
"My, it feels good to be in bed!" said a voice from the opposite side of the room. "Where am I?"
The surgeon wheeled sharply.
"You are to keep very quiet. You had a tumble that shook you up considerably."
"What time is it?" demanded Phil sharply.
"About five o"clock in the morning."
"I must get up; I must get up."
"You will lie perfectly still. The show will get along without you today, I guess."
"You don"t mean they have gone on and left me?"
"Of course; they couldn"t wait for you."
The boys eyes filled with tears.
"I knew it couldn"t last. I knew it."
"See here, do you want to join the show again?"
"Of course, I do."
"Well, then, lie still. The more quiet you keep the sooner you will be able to get out. Try to go to sleep. I must go downstairs and send a message to Mr. Sparling, for he is very much concerned about you."
"Then he will take me back?" asked Phil eagerly.
"Of course he will."
"I"ll go to sleep, doctor."
Phil turned over on his side and a moment later was breathing naturally.
The doctor tip-toed from the room and hastened down to the hotel office where he penned the following message:
James Sparling,
Sparling Combined Shows,
Boyertown.
Forrest recovers consciousness. Not a fracture. Expect him to be all right in a few days. Will stay unless further orders.