[CHAPTER XXVII]
A GRUESOME FIND
When Allan opened his eyes, it was to find the kindly face of Mary Welsh looking down at him.
“Is it time to get up?” he asked, and tried to rise, but Mary pressed him gently back against the pillow.
“There, there, lay still,” she said.
“But what,” he began—and then a sudden twinge in the side brought back in a flash all that had occurred. “Am I hurt?” he asked.
“Not bad, th’ doctor says; but you’ll have t’ kape quiet fer awhile. They’s two ribs broke.”
“Two ribs!” repeated Allan.