Ruth was being cared for now, and so was MacFarlane--the white cap and apron of the noiseless nurse passing in and out of the room in which he lay, assured him of that.

Bolton, too, in the room next to Jack's, was being looked after by his sister who had just arrived.
He, too, was fairly comfortable, though a couple of his fingers had been shortened.

But there was nobody to look after Jack--no father, mother, sister--nobody.

To send for the boy's uncle, or Corinne, or his aunt, was out of the question, none of them having had more than a word with him since his departure.

Yet Jack needed attention.