“I put Josephus inter Hopewell’s stable. An’ he’s a-goin’ to stay there,” said Walky, promptly. “’Tain’t fit for a human bein’ to be out—let erlone a hoss.”
“It’s all right, Haley,” said Frank, quietly. “I’ll have my wind back in a moment, and then I’ll walk down to the Inn, and call in a doctor.”
“I’ll go with you,” said Nelson, promptly.
The two young men started off through the storm again in a few minutes. Somehow the accident to Frank seemed to draw them together.
“Seems to me you were taking a risk over on that half-completed bridge alone,” remarked Nelson. “Are you anxious about it?”
“That’s it,” said Frank, with a deep sigh. “I’m just that. You see, it means a lot to me. It’s the first piece of construction work I have done for the Vermont Central; and if anything went wrong with it this winter I’d maybe be called down for it by the Board.
“Besides,” he added, a little diffidently, “I’m wanting to make good for the sake of somebody else.”
“Your sister?” queried Nelson, with a somewhat sharp look at him.
“Annette? Humph! No. I don’t fancy that she ever thinks whether I am doing well in my business or not. You know what Annette is, Haley.”
“Well,” said the school teacher, noncommittally.