Mr. Travilla,
Calhoun and the doctor were with him, but he was asking for his son.
"Horace," he said, "can't you stay with me?"
"Yes, father, night and day while you want me."
"That's right! It's a good thing to have a good son. Dr. Barton, where are
you going?"
"To your daughter, sir, Mrs. Johnson."
"Enna! is she much hurt?" asked the old man, starting up, but falling back
instantly with almost a scream of pain.
"You must lie still, sir, indeed you must," said the doctor, coming back
to the bed; "your life depends upon your keeping quiet and exciting
yourself as little as possible."
"Yes, yes; but Enna?"
"Has no bones broken."
"Thank God for that! then she'll do. Go, doctor, but don't leave the house
without seeing me again."
They were glad he was so easily satisfied, but knew he would not be if his
mind were quite clear.
Dick had come home in strong excitement, rumors of the accident having met
him on the way. The horses had taken fright at the sudden shriek of a
locomotive, and the breaking of a defective bit had deprived the old
gentleman of the power to control them.
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