What about you, young man?
Your face is bleeding, I see." "Just a cut," Gerald faltered; "nothing else." "Lucky chap," the doctor remarked.

"Let's get him to shelter of some sort.

Come along.

There's an inn at the corner of the lane there." They all staggered along, Gerald still clutching the dressing-case, and supported on the other side by an excited and somewhat incoherent villager.
"Such a storm as never was," the latter volunteered.

"The telegraph wires are all down for miles and miles.