That evening the club held a meeting, and Harry was presented with the bicycle, something he had been wishing for for some time. Jerry’s prize was a silver watch and chain.
“This just suits me,” he said. “Now, when I’m away from home, I’ll be able to tell what time it is.”
The celebration was at its height, when a message came for Jerry from his home, stating that his father had been kicked by one of the horses and was badly injured.
This news shocked the youth a good deal, and bidding his friends a hasty good-night, the young oarsman set off for the farm on a run.
He found his father lying on a couch in the dining-room. A doctor had just arrived, and he was doing all that he could for the sufferer.
“Where did the horse kick him, mother?” he questioned, hurriedly.
“In the side, right under the heart,” replied Mrs. Upton. “Oh, I do trust it is not serious!”
“So do I. What can I do?”
“I don’t know. We must see what the doctor says.”
The medical man, after a long examination, declared that several ribs had been fractured, and that Mr. Upton was suffering from shock. Some medicine was administered, and the patient was carefully carried upstairs and placed upon a bed.