Cox soon recovered, and gazed about vacantly, and then asked where he was.
“You must not talk now,” said the doctor; “lie still.”
It was some time before Alfred recovered. When he opened his eyes he saw the kind face of Mr. Cottenham at his side. He felt a burning heat in his throbbing temples, and when he tried to speak he could not utter a word.
The doctor gave him some medicine, and he soon fell asleep, with dreams of falling over precipices and down pits.
King, with Walter and Steve, waited about for two hours before Mr. Cottenham returned to tell them that Alfred was better.
“You had better go and tell Mr. Harmer what has happened,” he said to Walter.
“Do you think, sir, that they will die?” inquired King, with an anxious look on his now pale face.
“I hope not,” replied Mr. Cottenham. “They are progressing as well as can be expected. If you call on me as you go to school to-morrow morning, I will let you know how they are. Do you know Alfred Davidson’s home address, Steve?”