The porter staggered to his feet.
"It's all right now, sir!" he exclaimed.

"They've brought blankets and a stretcher and brandy.

Here's a doctor, sir." A powerful-looking man, hatless, and wrapped in a great ulster, moved towards them.
"How many are there of you ?" he asked, as he bent over Mr.Dunster.
"Only we two," Gerald replied.

"Is my friend badly hurt ?" "Concussion," the doctor announced.

"We'll take him to the village.