“Will he die?”
“Please God, no; but the symptoms are serious.”
“Bones broken?”
“No; injury to the spine, I fear. I must have help and further advice.”
“I’ll send on to the town at once for Morrison.”
“No,” said Neil quietly. “This is not a case for a general practitioner. Get me a telegraph form, and have the message sent on at once.”
“Yes,” said Alison eagerly; “but tell me what you are going to do.”
“Send for Sir Denton Hayle.”
“Will he come?”
“If I ask him—yes.”