CHAPTER XIX
IN WHICH HARRY FINDS THAT EVEN A BROKEN HEAD MAY BE OF SOME USE TO A PERSON
When Harry recovered his consciousness, he found himself in an elegantly furnished chamber, with several persons standing around the bed upon which he had been laid. A physician was standing over him, engaged in dressing the severe wound he had received in the side of his head.
"There, young man, you have had a narrow escape," said the doctor, as he saw his patient's eyes open.
"Where am I?" asked Harry, faintly, as he tried to concentrate his wandering senses.
"You are in good hands, my boy. What is your name?"
"Harry West. Can't I go home now?" replied the sufferer, trying to rise on the bed.
"Do you feel as though you could walk home?"
"I don't know; I feel kind of faint."
"Does your head pain you?"