"I feel sick," said he.
"What's the matter?" said I.
"The matter is," said he, "that everybody seems to be trying to make out that it's all my fault that Jimmy got hurt."
"Patsy Rafferty and Jimmy's sister are not everybody," said I.
"Of course not; but they only talk what they hear other people say."
"I suppose you were a little to blame," said I.
"Perhaps I was," said Ned, "and I wish I could do something for him. I'd get any amount of money out of Aunt Mercy—if money would do him any good."
As our way home led us past Jack's box, I suggested that we should stop and consult him about it.
"Jack," said Ned, "please tell us exactly how it is about Jimmy."
"The poor boy is fearfully hurt," said Jack. "One leg is broken, and the other badly bruised."