"You met with an accident," she answered. "The doctor said we got there just in time. You must not talk about it now, or ask any questions."
She dropped his hand, and jumping up, hurried across the room. In a moment she returned with a glass, and holding his head up with one hand, placed the glass at his lips.
"Drink this," she ordered.
Forrester drank a little from the glass and then she let his head drop gently back on the pillow and sat down beside him. He watched her dreamily for a moment or two, finally dropping off to sleep.
When Forrester again awoke the bright morning sun was streaming in through a window at the foot of his bed. The first thing he saw was the big colored man, Joshua, rocking in a chair near the window and crooning to himself. Forrester tried to sit up, but found that he was very weak. His effort attracted the attention of the negro.
"Yo' jes' lie still, Boss. Dem's mah orders."
"Hello, Joshua!" said Forrester, and was surprised at the feebleness of his voice when he tried to speak. "What are you doing here?"
"Ah belong heah, Boss. Dis am Mistah Bradbury's house."
Forrester was puzzled. He knew that "Mr. Bradbury's house" was where Mary Sturtevant lived.
"How did I get here, Joshua?" he inquired.