Five minutes later little Mike Flanagan came up, and pulled Tom by the arm.
"What's the matter, Mike?" asked Tom, seeing that the little boy looked excited.
"Your grandfather's been run over wid a horse," said the little boy, not very intelligibly.
"Run over!" exclaimed Tom. "How can that be, when he was at home on the bed?"
"He went out soon after you, and was beggin' on Broadway."
"Where is he now?" asked Tom, quickly.
"He was took to the hospital," said Mike.
CHAPTER IV.
AT THE HOSPITAL.
On a neat bed, at the Bellevue Hospital, old Jacob was stretched out. He had been in considerable pain, but opiates had been administered, and he was in an uneasy slumber.