“He’s not dead?”
“Oh, no! I mean I hope not. He must have fainted when I was helping him to the dock. He lost so much blood.”
“Which dock?”
“Ours—behind the house.”
“I’ll get the car. You’d better come, too, Jane. I don’t want Kitty to strain herself, helping me lift him.”
Billy was already in bed, so Mr. Carter closed the door softly. “He’ll be all right. We’ll be back in a few minutes. I’ll drop you two off here before I take him on to the hospital.”
He hurried out to get the car and Kitty followed him saying, “But we don’t want to take him to the hospital. He doesn’t want them to know.”
“What are you talking about, my child? That’s the place for him.”
“Not under the circumstances, Dad.”