"Don't, Katy," she said. "Keep up your nerve; you're all right,
old dear. Donald's fine. That doesn't mean anything except that
his foot is broken, so he won't be able, and it won't be
necessary for him, to endure the pain of setting it in a cast
without an anesthetic; and Doctor Fleming can work much better
where he has every convenience. It's all right."
The surgeon climbed into the ambulance and they started on an
emergency run to the hospital. As the car turned and swept down
the canyon, for no reason that she could have explained, Linda
began to shake until her teeth clicked. Peter Morrison sprang
back across the brook, and running to her side, he put his arm
around her and with one hand he pressed her head against his
shoulder, covering her face.
"Steady, Linda," he said quietly, "steady. You know that he is
all right. It will only be a question of a short confinement."
Linda made a brave effort to control herself. She leaned against
Peter and held out both her hands.
"I'm all right," she chattered. "Give me a minute."
Judge Whiting came to them.
"I am getting away immediately," he said. "I must reach Louise
and Mother before they get word of this. Doctor Fleming will
take care of Donald all right. What happened, Linda? Can you
tell me?"
Linda opened her lips and tried to speak, but she was too
breathless, too full of excitement, to be coherent. To her
amazement Katherine O'Donovan scrambled to her feet, lifted her
head and faced the Judge.
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