“Hm. Er—I was just talking to Mr. Brent on the telephone, Gordon.”
“Yes, sir?”
“Hm. He told me about the accident, son.”
“Yes, sir. Did he say how Morris was?”
“Doing very well, he said. Why didn’t you—hm—why didn’t you tell me about it?”
“I don’t know, sir. I was sort of tired, and——”
“Brent says you carried Morris almost half a mile to the trolley, Gordon.”
“It wasn’t nearly that far. And I didn’t carry him. He was too heavy. I—I pulled him.”
“Well, the doctor says it’s a lucky thing you got him home as quick as you did. Mr. Brent is—hm—very grateful. He’s going to stop in the morning and see you.”
“He needn’t be,” murmured Gordon. “It wasn’t anything.”