"Phew! how my head hurts!" "Bring him to the house, and we'll bind his head up," said Mrs.Rover.
"I'll wash the wound first and we can put on some witch hazel." "Yes, that or some peroxide of hydrogen," added Randolph Rover, who was a scientific farmer and something of a chemist.

"That will kill any germs that may lodge there." Dick was half led and half carried to the house and placed on a couch in the sitting room, and then his aunt went to work to make him comfortable.

The cut was not a deep one, and the youth was suffering more from shock than from anything else.
"I'll be all right by to-morrow," he assured his Aunt Martha.

"I only got a knock-down blow, that's all." "The machine didn't fight fairly," added Tom, who had to have his little joke.

"It hit Dick before he was ready." "Well, I am thankful it was no worse," answered Mrs.Rover.