"
Feeling her limbs and breath inadequate to bear her on as fast as her
spirit flew forward, Caroline dashed through the slippery mud far too
swiftly for poor little Babie to keep up with her, leaving one boy to
take care of the little ones, while the other acted as her guide down
the long steep lane. She was unable to see over the hedges till she
came through a gate into a meadow, where Jock looked about, rubbed
his eyes, and exclaimed-—"Hallo, where are they?" pointing to the
place where Allen had fallen, but whence he seemed to have been
spirited away like Sir Piercie Shafton. However, Rob and Joe came
running out of a farmyard at a little distance, with tidings that
Allen had been taken in there, and replying to her breathless
question, that they could not tell how much he was hurt.
A fine looking white-haired farmer met her next, saying—-"Your young
gentleman is not very seriously hurt, ma'am. I think a dislocation
of the shoulder is the extent of the injury. He is feeling rather
faint, but you must not be alarmed."
It was spoken with a kind courtesy that gave her confidence, and the
old man led her to the parlour, where his daughter-in-law, a gentle
looking person, was most kindly attending on Allen, who lay on the
sofa, exceedingly white, and in much pain, but able to smile at his
mother, and assure her that he should soon be all right.
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