"You did that in one punch? Say, I'm glad it wasn't me you hit! Why didn't you tell me? That's a bad hand. Those cuts are full of dirt and sand. Inflammation's setting in. It's got to be dressed. Nell!" he called.
There was no answer. He called again, louder.
"Mother, where's the girl?"
"She's there in the dining-room," replied Mrs. Belding.
"Did she hear me?" he inquired, impatiently.
"Of course."
"Nell!" roared Belding.
This brought results. Dick saw a glimpse of golden hair and a white dress in the door. But they were not visible longer than a second.
"Dad, what's the matter?" asked a voice that was still as sweet as formerly, but now rather small and constrained.
"Bring the antiseptics, cotton, bandages—and things out here. Hurry now."