It was fortunate for Phil that he had been discovered by a skillful physician, who knew the most effectual means of bringing him to. The flame of life was burning low, and a little longer exposure would have closed the earthly career of our young hero. But he was spared, as we hope, for a happy and useful career.
By the application of powerful restoratives Phil was at length brought round. His chilled limbs grew warm, and his heart began to beat more steadily and strongly. A bed was brought down to the sitting-room, and he was placed in it.
“Where am I?” he asked faintly, when he opened his eyes.
“You are with friends, my boy. Don’t ask questions now. In the morning, you may ask as many as you like.”
Phil closed his eyes languidly, and soon fell into a sound sleep.
Nature was doing her work well and rapidly.
In the morning Phil woke up almost wholly restored.
As he opened his eyes, he met the kind glances of the doctor and his wife.
“How do you feel this morning?” asked the doctor.
“I feel well,” said Phil, looking around him with curiosity.