“There was an accident, mother,” said Fenn, “and a man and a girl who were hurt have been brought here. I told them to fetch them in. I thought you wouldn’t care.”
“No, of course not. Poor things! I’m so sorry! Are they badly hurt?”
“I’m afraid the man is, but the girl seems to be getting better, except that she fainted awhile ago,” replied Fenn, and he briefly related what had happened.
Just then Dr. Fanwood came into the room, to ask Fenn to heat some water, and he remarked:
“It is not so bad as we feared. The young lady is suffering from nothing but shock and some bruises. The man, her father, has a bad wound on the head, but nothing serious. They will both be all right in a few days. It was a narrow escape.”
“Who are they, Doctor?” asked Mrs. Masterson.
“I have not been able to question either of them,” replied the physician, “but, from papers which we found in the man’s pocket I take him to be Robert Hayward, of Bayville, Wisconsin. The young woman is evidently his daughter, Ruth, though what they can be doing so far away from home, in an automobile, I do not know.”
“Is he dangerously hurt?” asked Mrs. Masterson.
“Well, it would be dangerous to move him for a few days, as complications might set in. If he could stay here—”
“Of course he can,” interrupted Fenn’s mother. “He and his daughter, too. We have plenty of room.”