"No, you take his feet, there steady now; we'll get him up the bank to the road, may be somebody'll happen along."
No one was in sight, however; but after waiting a minute there was the sound of wheels at a distance.
"It's the Doctor's buggy," said Daniel softly.
"So 'tis."
The old physician was hurrying by, when Mr. Crawson shouted:
"Stop, Doctor! stop! You're wanted!"
"Why, what has happened? Jimmy Dodge, hurt! How's that?"
"If you'll take the boy home, I'll be there about as soon as you are."
Jimmy groaned as they lifted him into the buggy. Then Mr. Crawson turned the horse's head, for the Doctor's arm was engaged holding the unconscious child; and they slowly started for Mr. Dodge's house.
It so happened that a gentleman belonging to the School Committee visited the school to which both Daniel and Jimmy belonged. Having listened to their recitations, he praised them for diligence and good order; but remarked that he was sorry to see so many seats vacant. He made an interesting address to the scholars, taking for his text the motto Dickens gave the boys on board the school-ship. "Boys, do all the good you can, and don't make a fuss about it." Then as it was too late to resume the recitations he dismissed them.