The wagon did not pause at the Infirmary as she expected, but pursued its way until it reached the McLean house. Molly began to run, and just as she arrived breathless and excited, the vehicle had backed up to the steps, two doors swung open, and Mrs. McLean, accompanied by a trained nurse, stepped out. The doctor climbed down from one side of the vehicle and the driver from the other. Professor Green sprung up from somewhere,—he had probably been waiting in the McLeans' hall—and the three men gently lifted out a stretcher on which lay the almost unrecognizable form of Andy, junior. A large bandage encircled his head and one arm was done up in splints.
"Oh, Mrs. McLean," whispered Molly, "I didn't know——"
But Mrs. McLean only shook her head and hurried after the stretcher.
Molly sat down on the muddy steps and waited. After what seemed an age, Professor Green emerged from the house.
"You are a reckless girl to sit there in all that dampness," he exclaimed.
"Never mind me. What about Andy?"
"He's in pretty bad shape, I am afraid," answered the Professor. "He was hurt the night of the carnival in some way. I don't know just how it happened that he lost the others. At any rate, they found him after a long hunt half frozen to death, a gash in his head, and several broken bones. They thought they had better bring him home, where the doctor could look after him, but he hasn't stood the journey as well as they hoped."
"Poor Nance!" said Molly, as she hastened back to Queen's.