"He's pretty late," said the doctor jocosely. "By George! I shouldn't wonder if he has come in the station-fly. It shall take me bark." "Oh, Doctor Lawrence!" said Gertrude, running to the door; "there has been some accident. I am so glad you are here." "Your plan won't work, Hampton," said the doctor to himself. "She's fond of him, after all;" and he followed the others into the hall. CHAPTER THIRTEEN. GEORGE HARRINGTON'S ACCIDENT. "Don't be alarmed," said Saul Harrington, confronting them. "Perhaps you ladies had better go back to the drawing-room." "What is the matter?" said Gertrude quickly. "Oh, nothing much. Harrington was taken ill, and I got him to lie down, but he didn't seem to get any better, so I thought it better to order a fly and have him driven home. But, my dear Miss Bellwood, you had better retire." There was a tone in his voice which seemed to say, "For goodness sake don't," and he hugged himself as Mrs Hampton said shortly: "I always thought women were most useful when anyone was ill." "Here! Hi! Somebody! Curse you! Let go, will you!" came from down by the gate. "He's a little delirious, I think," said Saul hastily. "The fly-man is holding him back on the seat. Mr Hampton, are there any men about? We want help." "Yes, two old men and a young man, Mr Saul. Come along, Lawrence; let's get him in." Gertrude gave the doctor a piteous look. "Don't be alarmed, my dear," he said kindly. "I'll soon bring him round. Leave him to us." He followed the lawyer down to the gate, as Saul lingered for a moment to whisper to Gertrude: "He's right, don't be alarmed. It is not serious," and he smiled to himself as he hurried after the others. "What a kind, considerate man Mr Saul is," said Mrs Hampton sarcastically. "Humph!" She stopped to listen, as quite a disturbance came from the gate. "Is--is it an accident, Mrs Hampton?" whispered Gertrude. "Yes, my dear. I don't think there is any doubt about that." "Look sharp, please," came in a voice full of remonstrance, as the gentlemen hurried down to the gate, to find a desperate struggle going on in the fly, where the driver was seated with his head tucked down upon his chest to avoid blows, while he held his fare tightly round the waist. "Ah, that's better. Take hold of his fisties, somebody. He's reg'lar mad." "Poor fellow!" exclaimed Saul, seizing one of the struggling man's arms, while Doctor Lawrence got hold of the other, and between them they drew the sufferer out of the fly on to his knees by the gate. "That's better," said the fly-man. "Lucky I've got my quiet old mare. He gave such a jump once, he startled even her." "Here, lend a hand," said the doctor sharply, as his patient began to struggle furiously, and tried to fling them off, "all of you. We're four. We'll take a wrist each, Hampton. You two young men take an ankle apiece." "Why, that's same as they does the sojers when they're a bit on," said the fly-man.