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An Oregon Girl

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 709    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

ammonia in his nostrils. For a couple of minutes he lay very still, collecting his scattered senses, and

ouch, which had been drawn out to the middle of the room to facilitate examination of his injuries. One of

te satisfied he i

lity. The cut of the cuticle covering the left parietal bone, just above the ear, is not dangerous, since there is n

ore confidence in his recovery if w

" spoke up Sam, in cheery tone

but you must rest; you must rest. You need it. The doctor insists,

right, Uncle! A little sore up there," and he motioned

you at once to take to your bed and remain there until I make a t

ot much-I guess not!

"How long have I been unconscious

Sam with an eagerness

ed by both t

go to bed, Sam,"

ng you can do, sir

nly soreness I feel is on the side of my head, and I've o

returning from a spin out on the Barnes road and accidentally ran his machine against you. He, like the perfect

!" exclaimed Sa

is interrogated, with a keen,

indifferently remarking: "Oh, it seems queer to be run over," and then he l

night; I'm

ble, Sam; g

ery essential to counter the shock your nervous system has received," sai

gered the powder gingerl

night,

ellow out there near midnight. No lights or gong on his machine. Deliberately ran me down-and Virginia about! Did he

n the park at d

pped the opiate

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