The five or six men that were soon gathered did what they could to
bring him to consciousness, but without success. One of them ran off
to hunt up the doctor, and then the others took a door that had not
yet been hung in the new house, and, fastening a heavy strip at either
end for handles, covered it with their coats, and placed the wounded
man upon it.
None of the men cared to face Mrs. Dare with such painful news, and
it was only after repeated urging that Nicholas Boswell had been induced
to go on ahead.
"My father, my poor father!" was all Richard could say, as he gazed
at the motionless form upon the litter.
[Illustration: "My father, my poor father!"]
"Reckon he's hurt pretty bad," said Sandy Stone, a mason, who had been
the first to be called to the scene of the accident. "'Tain't outside
so much as it's in. Wait till we get him home."
For Richard was bending over his father, and trying his best to do
something that would help the unconscious sufferer.
"Did you send for the doctor?"
"Yes; sent for Dr. Melvin first thing," replied one of the others,
"But we don't know where he is."
"I think he is over at old Mrs. Brown's," returned the boy. "I saw him
walking that way a while ago."
"I'll go and see," put in Nicholas Boswell.
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