"Oh yer mother'll never forgive me fur lettin' ye risk yer life that away!" "I don't think the injury is serious, Mrs.Smith, at least I hope not; and you were not to blame," he answered, "so make yourself easy.

Now, Pete and Jim, give me an arm, each of you." They helped him into the wagon and laid him down, putting the scorched horse blanket under his head for a pillow.
"Now drive a little carefully, Pete," he said, suppressing a groan, "and look out for the ruts, I'd rather not be jolted.
"And you, Sim, ride on ahead and lead Prince.

I want you to get in before us, ask for my father and tell him I've had an accident; am not seriously hurt, but want my mother prepared.

She must not be alarmed by seeing me brought in unexpectedly, in this state." His orders were obeyed, Jim reached Ion some ten minutes ahead of the wagon and gave due warning of its approach.

He met his master in the avenue and told his story in a tolerably straightforward manner.
"Where is Mr.Edward now ?" asked Mr.Travilla.
"De wagon's jes down de road dar a piece, sah; be here in 'bout five minutes, sah." "Then off for the doctor, Jim, as fast as you can go.