There was a weight over me too, and a curious feeling of confusion, in the midst of which a cool hand was laid upon my fore-head, and I heard some one say: "He's coming round fast." I lay quite still for some time, and at last I exclaimed: "What's the matter--is anyone hurt ?" "Lie still, my lad," said a strange voice.
"I know," I cried excitedly.

"Did you get him out ?" "Yes, yes, he's all right, and so are you, Grant, my lad," said Mr Solomon; and just then the room seemed to be darkened, and I heard Ike's voice: "Is he coming to ?" "Yes.

He's all right." Then I felt that I was wrong about some one else, and that it was that accident with the cart tipping up at Old Brownsmith's, and it was I who was hurt.
That all passed away like a cloud, and my full senses seemed to come back.
"Did you get Master Courtenay out ?" I said.
"Yes, my lad, he is quite safe," said a quick sharp voice, which its owner seemed to me trying to make gentle, and turning my head I saw Sir Francis.
I tried to get up, but turned giddy.
"Lie still, my lad," he said kindly.

"Don't disturb him, Brownsmith.
Good-bye, my lad! I'll see you again." He shook hands with me and went to the door.
"Well," he said sharply, "are you going to shake hands with the brave fellow who saved your brother's life ?" The next moment I saw young Philip at my side, and he took my hand in his, which felt cold and damp like the tail of a cod-fish.
"If he seems to change in any way," said the voice I had heard before, "send for me directly; but I think he will be all right in an hour or two.

I'm going up to the house." "Who's that ?" I said sharply.
"The doctor, my lad," said Mr Solomon.
"But I'm not ill," I said.