"Yes."
Tom followed the doctor into a long hall lined with beds. About midway, on the left hand side, he recognized the form of his old companion.
"I am sorry to see you here, Jacob," said Tom, gently.
"I'm almost dead," said the old man, peevishly. "The man drove over me on purpose."
"I hope not."
"I tell you he did!" said Jacob, irritably.
"Well, Jacob, it can't be helped. You must try to get well."
"I'm an old man. I'm afraid I shall never get well again," and he looked eagerly into Tom's face.
Having heard what he did from the doctor, Tom was placed in an awkward position. He was too honest to give false hopes, and he remained silent.
"What did the doctor tell you?" demanded Jacob, suspiciously.