“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.
Irvine.
Boyertown.