"You'll do!" said a surgeon, who was one of the relief party. "You'll be as good as new in a day or two."
"Is there a hotel near by? I want to be moved."
"As soon as we can attend to the matter. We are looking for the bad cases."
"I'll look after you, Uncle Solon," said Mark. "See if you can't get up."
With much ado Mr. Talbot arose, and leaning on Mark's arm left the scene of the disaster. Mark procured a carriage and directed the driver to take them to the nearest hotel.
When they reached it the messenger ordered a room and helped his uncle up to it.
"Just look and see if you've lost anything," he suggested. "I saw a thief trying to relieve you of your watch, but I interrupted him and gave him in charge."
With a look of alarm Solon Talbot examined his pockets, but ascertained to his relief that nothing was missing.
"Can't you stay with me, Mark?" he asked almost imploringly, for the nervous alarm inspired by the accident had made him quite a different man for the time being. "There is another bed in the room, and you can lie there."
"I will stay with you till morning, Uncle Solon, but I shall have to leave you then, as I have business to attend to."