"Is he much hurt?" she asked feverishly.
"It is not dangerous as far as I can judge," the doctor answered hurriedly. "Get him away from here as soon as you can."
She looked after him as he hurried on to other patients, and her first feeling was one of indignation. Then it occurred to her that his going so soon must mean that her patient was less hurt than she had feared. But why was Wynne so long insensible? She knelt beside him again, and as she did so he opened his eyes.
"Where am I?" he cried feebly.
He tried to start up, but fell back with a groan.
"There has been an accident," she said hurriedly. "It's all right now.
You are safe. Are you in much pain?"
"Are you hurt?" he demanded almost fiercely.
"No, no; never mind me."
He struggled again to rise, but fell back with a groan. She put her hand on his shoulder.
"Lie still," she commanded authoritatively. "I'll see what can be done.
Lie still while I look about."