My wrist is the worst--sprained badly, the doctor says." If Ruth heard she made no answer, nor did she speak during the ride.

Now and then she would gaze out of the window and once her fingers tightened on Miss Felicia's arm as she passed in full view of the "fill" with the gaping mouth of the tunnel beyond.

Miss Felicia was occupied in watching Jack.

In fact, she had not taken her eyes from him since they entered the carriage.

She saw what neither Peter nor Ruth had seen;--that the boy was suffering intensely from hidden wounds and that the strain was so great he was verging on a collapse.