"Have escaped without any broken bones, and I trust will be all right in a few days."
"O Ned! how glad I am it is no worse!" sobbed Zoe, clinging to his hand, while the tears rolled fast down her cheeks.
"Yes, little wife," he said, gazing lovingly into her eyes.
"There, I positively forbid any more talking," said Arthur, with a mixture of authority and playfulness. "Here is the ambulance. Help me to lift him in, men," to the by-standers. "And you, cousin Zoe, get into your carriage, and drive on behind it, or ahead if you choose."
"Can't I ride in the ambulance beside him?" she asked, almost imploringly.
"No, no: you will both be more comfortable In doing as I have directed."
"Then, please go with him yourself," she entreated.
"I shall do so, certainly," he answered, motioning her away, then stooping to assist the others in lifting the injured man.
Zoe would not stir till she had seen Edward put into the ambulance, and made as comfortable for his ride home as circumstances would permit. Then, as the vehicle moved slowly off, she hurried to her carriage.
Ben helped her in, sprang into his own seat, and, as he took the reins from Ella, Zoe gave the order, "Home now, Uncle Ben, keeping as close behind the ambulance as you can."