“This is going to be the hardest bit,” observed Jack, when all was ready, “but we’ve got to make it some way.”
“Prissy and I can help him from the wagon, if you can manage out here,” suggested Desiré.
“All right, get in.”
The two girls, Priscilla under protest, grasped the man’s shoulders and pulled, while Jack eased his body and legs up from the ground to the floor of the wagon. Half fainting with pain and exertion, the patient was finally settled on the blankets.
“Where are you going to take him?” asked Desiré softly, as Jack took his place and picked up the reins.
“Back to Halifax, where he can get a doctor. I think his ribs as well as his foot are injured; and Heaven only knows what else.”
They were all very quiet as they re-covered the ten miles to the city. Priscilla was sullen; René somewhat awed; Desiré compassionate, and Jack thoughtful.
As they entered Halifax, Jack turned toward their passenger and asked—
“Any special place here you want to be taken?”
“Wharf. Pal there who’ll look after me.”