He'll go with you.

They're badly hurt, I'm afraid--there was some vicious stone-throwing." "All right! Perhaps you don't know that's my job!" French helped her get out the car.
"We shall want mattresses and stretcher boards," said Helena, surveying it thoughtfully.

"A doctor too and a nurse." "Right you are.

They've thought of all that.

You'll find everything at the market-hall,--where the two men are." They drove away together, and into the outer streets of the town, where now scarcely a soul was to be seen, though as the car passed, the windows were crowded with heads.