Three or four immediately started off, without an idea of what they were about.
“Stop!” shouted the doctor, “what are you going for? Ask for a door, mind you; take one off the hinges, by Gad! if you can’t get it any other way; and steal a mattress and some pillows! Lay them inside the largest of the pony carriages, and bring it down here as quick as you can. Bless my soul! and don’t walk as if your legs did not belong to you!” whereupon all, with the exception of the Reverend Jabez Heavieman and the Indian warrior, hied them off on the errand, although one or two could have easily performed the service. The ladies, however, still grouped themselves in picturesque attitudes round the wounded man, and gazed on him as if he were a rare geological specimen, to be inspected scientifically. “Ah! he moves,” said one; “I think he raised his arm,” put in Aliquis; “He breathes! he breathes!” exclaimed Lady Inskip, with tragic joy, such as the “heavy old lady” of the piece admirably puts on when she throws her arms round the villain’s neck, and putting her chin on his left shoulder, gives vent to the agonised words—“My chee-ild! my chee-ild!”
The doctor, however, was too full of common sense to make any allowance for heroics.
“Move aside, can’t ye?” he shouted out stentorially, “move aside, can’t ye? and let the poor fellow have some air. It’s enough to stifle him, all of you sticking around like this, doing nothing, and preventing a breath of wind from coming past your krinlins! The poor chap wants air; and he must have it!” And the doctor, rising up, and stretching out his hands, like street acrobats when they wish to clear a space for their performance amidst the encircling crowd, the ladies retreated, headed by the campaigner, who held her nose in the air, as if the whole thing was “much beneath her,” leaving the doctor and his patient, and Miss Lizzie, for awhile to themselves. Only the young imp remained behind to gaze with eyes of curiosity on his handiwork, until the doctor sent him to the right-about, by asking him the pertinent question, “What the doose are you stopping for? By Gad! don’t you think you’ve done enough for one day?” when he, too, drew on one side, and left the trio alone.
After a few moments’ pause, by dint of having repeated handfuls of water dashed into his face, Tom again revived and opened his eyes.
Shortly he looked much better, and was able to answer the doctor’s enquiries. He raised himself half up, turning over on his left side—“Oh, yes, doctor, I’m nearly all right. By Jove! though, don’t that hurt,” he said, as our friend still continued to examine him—“I’ll soon be right, won’t I, doctor? Thank you, but don’t press so hard! And thank you,” he said, turning his eyes round and upon her—“my darling”—he murmured, softly, “what a trouble I am to you.” But, strange to say, Lizzie did not look as if she thought it a trouble at all!
The doctor was plunged in deep thought, “Humph! very serious, very serious,” he exclaimed, shaking his head solemnly, at the same time with a sly twinkle in his eyes—“Very serious, very serious, Master Tom. You’ve got two ribs smashed, sir, and I think you want to have another. Ha! Ha! Sly dog, sly dog. Never mind, it’s a beautiful contusion! Luckily it wasn’t the other side, or we would have had your heart gone.”
“I’m afraid it’s gone already, doctor,” observed the wounded hero, gazing artfully round at Lizzie, who looked very conscious, “but shall I be able to get round soon?” and he tried to get up, but fell back again into his former position, and looked as if he were going to faint.
“Oh, don’t move, pray don’t move,” Lizzie said, laying her hand on his shoulder entreatingly: Tom seized that opportunity to make the little hand a prisoner. Very interesting, was it not, for the old campaigner, who was looking on grimly from a distance?
“Don’t budge, you young rascal; don’t you stir, or we’ll have you fainting again, and looking interesting, like my lady, yonder,” and the doctor sniggered, for his eyes were sharp, and, I believe, he had fathomed the campaigner’s little game—“Don’t stir, my boy. You must keep quiet now, but we’ll have you on your legs again in a few days.”