"Why not?" he asked.
"You were badly shaken. The doctor said we must keep you quiet."
"He probably didn't state how long, and I've been quiet all night. I certainly got a knock; imagine my head went through the glass, but I feel my proper self again, and don't see any reason for staying in bed."
Carrie gave it up. She knew Jim pretty well and asked where he was going.
"I want to look at the car," he said. "I don't know why she left the road. But how did you find me and bring me home?"
Carrie told him, and he looked thoughtful.
"I was in the ditch with the wheel on me? This accounts for my side's feeling sore. How did you lift the car?"
"The others got into the ditch. A wheel began to slip and I thought the weight would overpower them; but Lance Mordaunt made a tremendous effort and held up the axle until we pulled you out."
Jim knitted his brows and looked across the lawn while he mechanically felt for his pipe. The morning was clear with scattered clouds and the grass was silvered by dew. The hills were sharp and belts of light and shadow checkered the marsh. In the distance, the sea sparkled.
"If Jake or Dick had held her up, I could have understood," he said.