The Polish boy, whom Steve had befriended on several occasions, thus winning the lad's undying devotion, nodded feebly.
"Are you suffering?"
"Yes; I die."
"Nonsense. Doctor, look after Brodsky here as soon as you can, won't you?"
"I'll attend to him at once," answered the surgeon. "Why, he isn't badly hurt. He will be able to go home, perhaps by to-morrow."
"There, what did I tell you, Ignatz? Of course you are all right. I will tell your mother how you are as soon as I can get away from the mills. Is there anything you want me to do for you besides that?"
"No, sir."
"Are you able to tell me what you know about the accident?"
"Yes."