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s experiences, the big yellow-sided car was coming to a stop at the foot of B Street, from where it was but two short blocks to Brentwood. The prolonged and frantic whistling had s
lready at the doorway. Gordon remained without and soon the men who had carried Morris inside returned to linger about the door and await the
hand was a rustic seat, placed against the wall of the screened porch, and on this Gordon subsided with a big sigh of relief. Inside the house a telephone bell rang shrilly. Footsteps hurried. The voices in the room upstairs still came indistinctly through the open window. It was pretty late, Gordo
couldn't be morning, for it was almost dark and-and where was he? He sat up quickly then and gazed about him in blank surprise until h
ll the time?" asked L
p," admitted Gordon sheepis
ight. "He's pretty badly hurt," she said. "One le
l?" he aske
ems to me it's qui
a sigh of relief-"I was afraid he
he will get his senses back in a little while. He must have had an awful blow on his
unate ride rather uncertainly. Somehow,
pping the trolley car was fine, Gordon. You must have been dreadfully s
er if Morris had been thrown out of the car too. It
ith the-that thing you spoke of," she said admiringly. "G
ter be going hom
u haven't had any supper, have you?
mighty glad he isn't hurt any worse. I'll come aro
a will want to
r is pretty angry, is
e will have something to say to Morris later. I felt all the time that he shou
rimly. "A broken leg will keep him laid up a long t
ocks. His father was on the porch, reading under the electric light, when Gordon reac
where have you
he Point,
ly often that I do not like y
assented Gor
ter go up to your room. You don't deserve supper at this hour. A
ry alluring. Mr. Merrick showed that the conversation was at an end by again hiding his face behind the newspaper and Gordon went indoors and qui
er, but I put a little something on a plate for you. It's on your bureau. You shouldn't stay
d Gordon. "I-I'm not very hung
feel well?" inquired M
ssed her and went on up the second flight. Half-way up, though, he p
om injury and sorry that Morris would have to lie abed for many weeks while his broken leg knit together again. Finally he dozed off only to awake in a terror, imagining that he was riding in an automobile that was just about to plunge down a cliff so steep and deep that the bottom was miles away! He awoke shaking and muttering and it took him several seconds to reassure himself and throw off the effects of the nightmare. After that he tossed and turned until he remembered the plate on the bureau. He got up and
... No.... W
ng he knew someone was pushing open his bedro
," answer
r to the bed. "Time you were asleep, son
ep once, sir. Som
king to Mr. Brent on t
s,
me about the
id he say ho
Why didn't you-hm-why did
sir. I was sort
Morris almost half a mil
And I didn't carry him. He w
m home as quick as you did. Mr. Brent is-hm-very gra
urmured Gordon. "I
morning. I-hm-I'm sorry I was so shor
t to have. It-it'
f you're hun
ir. I-no, s
orage around and find something. Su
r, than
ordon's arm and pressed it. "Sorry I sco
s rather embarrassing and h
ight, G
night,
was a sound of cracking and cru
Merrick in surprise, pe
ate, sir. Mot
ments under the bed. "I-hm-I can understand that you aren't very hungr
age beyond the window. It was all right about that lunch.
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