A young orderly who was lounging at the door came forward and on seeing the child's face spoke quickly to a physician who was passing through the hall. Together they took the little boy from Van's arms and carried him to a cot in an adjoining room, anxiously plying Van with questions as they went.
Briefly Van related the story.
"Such men should be hung! Prison is too good for them!" snapped the doctor angrily.
He passed his hand with infinite tenderness over the tiny, still form on the bed.
"Is he much hurt, sir?" questioned Van eagerly.
"I can't tell yet. He is hurt enough so that he doesn't come to his senses, poor little chap! Here, Jackson, ring for a couple of nurses. We'll get the child up-stairs."
Van tagged behind them more because he was anxious to hear of the lad's condition than because he could be of any real use.
As the sad procession left the elevator, emerging into the corridor on the second floor, a tall man who was coming down the stairway confronted them.
It was Dr. Maitland, the principal of the school!
"What's this?" he asked, advancing with swift stride.