“Take him back to the stable, Donald,” he said; “and mind you, he is to be whipped no more.”
“I only struck him once”—began the man.
“That was once too often. Jerry is too nervous to be handled in that manner.”
Oliver saw the horse led away, and then turned his attention to his father. To his surprise Mr. Bright had fainted.
Running to the well, the boy procured some cold water, which he sprinkled in his father’s face. It had the effect of reviving him almost immediately.
“Are you hurt?” asked Oliver in deep anxiety.
“I—I am afraid I am. My chest hurts, and I cannot use my right leg.”
“I’ll call Dr. Kitchell,” replied Oliver.
Fortunately the physician lived directly across the road. He was at home, and in less than three minutes the boy had him over.