He was kneeling in the road and he had the man's head upon one knee and was feeling him gently. He raised his head as she came near.
"I can't tell whether I have hurt him or not. It's awkward. We can't leave him lying here in the street, although he deserves no better treatment. I wish I had a horse here. You don't happen to know of one, do you, Sally?"
"N—no," she answered slowly, "not near here. I suppose I could get Sawny, if you would wait."
Fox laughed. "I don't want to ask Everett for Sawny."
"Neither do I." The sound of a horse's hoofs came to them faintly. "There's one now. I'll run to the corner and stop him." And, before Fox could make any reply, she was off, running.
The sound of the horse's hoofs stopped and presently came on, down the street.
"Hello!" cried a voice. "Is that Doctor Sanderson? What can I do?"
"It's Eugene Spencer, Fox," remarked Sally, getting out. "Wasn't that luck?"
"Yes," said Jane, "wasn't it? Shall I take Sally home?"
Fox and Sally both preferred that he should take the man.