"He's dead, Ben—he's dead—his pony rolled over him—oh, fetch a doctor, quick!"
Ben took the unconscious little figure in his arms, with a heavy groan; and Dudley tore on to the house almost frantic with fright.
Every one was in confusion at once, but it was Rob who tore off for the doctor, and brought him in an incredibly short time, considering that he lived three miles away.
To Dudley, listening outside the bedroom door, it seemed years before the doctor came out, and when he did, he was too overcome to speak to him. But seeing the white unnerved face of the boy, Doctor Grant put his hand kindly on his shoulder.
"Cheer up, my boy, it might have been worse—he is only stunned, and leg broken. I hope he will pull round again."
And then Dudley burst into a passionate fit of tears, with relief at the doctor's words.
IX
MAKING HIS WILL