"No, sir; it feels numb, and everything seems to be flying round."
"I dare say."
Harry expressed an earnest desire to go home, and the physician consented to accompany him in a carriage to Mrs. Flint's residence. He had been conveyed in his insensible condition to a house in Boylston Street, the people of which were very kind to him, and used every effort to make him comfortable.
A carriage was procured, and Harry was assisted to enter it; for he was so weak and confused that he could not stand alone. Ben had struck him a terrible blow; and, as the physician declared, it was almost a miracle that he had not been killed.
Mrs. Flint and Katy were shocked and alarmed when they saw the helpless boy borne into the house; but everything that the circumstances required was done for him.
"Has Edward come home?" he asked, when they had placed him on the bed.
"No, not yet."
"They will wonder what has become of me at the store," continued the sufferer, whose thoughts reverted to his post of duty.
"I will go down to the store and tell them what has happened," said Mr. Callender, the kind gentleman to whose house Harry had been carried, and who had attended him to his home.
"Thank you, sir; you are very good. I don't want them to think that I have run away, or anything of that sort."