They can easily have advice from
England, or anywhere they like."
By this time they reached the hotel, and John alighted briskly
enough, and explained the state of affairs in a few words.
"My dear boy," said Dr. Medlicott, "I'll go up at once, as soon as I
can get at our travelling medicine-chest. Luckily we have what is
most likely to be useful."
"Thank you," said Johnny, and therewith he turned dizzy, and reeled
against the wall.
"It is nothing—-nothing," he said, as the doctor having helped him
into a sitting-room, laid his hand on his pulse. "Don't delay about
me! I shall be all right in a minute."
"They are getting down the boxes. No time is lost," said the doctor,
quietly. "See whether they can let us have some soup, Cecil."
"I couldn't swallow anything," said Johnny, imploringly.
"Have you had any breakfast this morning?"
"Yes, a bit of bread and a drink of milk. There was not time for
more."
"And you had been searching all one night, and nursing the next?"
"Most of it," was the confession. "But I shall be all right-—if
there is any pony I could ride upon."
"You shall by-and-by; but first, Reeves," as a servant with grizzled
hair and moustache brought in a neatly-fitted medicine-chest, "I give
this young gentleman into your care.
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