"It is not dangerous as far as I can judge," the doctor answered hurriedly. "Get him away from here as soon as you can." She looked after him as he hurried on to other patients, and her first feeling was one of indignation. Then it occurred to her that his going so soon must mean that her patient was less hurt than she had feared. But why was Wynne so long insensible? She knelt beside him again, and as she did so he opened his eyes. "Where am I?" he cried feebly. He tried to start up, but fell back with a groan. "There has been an accident," she said hurriedly. "It's all right now. You are safe. Are you in much pain?" "Are you hurt?" he demanded almost fiercely. "No, no; never mind me." He struggled again to rise, but fell back with a groan. She put her hand on his shoulder. "Lie still," she commanded authoritatively. "I'll see what can be done. Lie still while I look about." A second car was burning, and the whole place was aglare with yellow light. The wild groups stood out black against the trodden and dingy snow, while overhead rolled clouds of sooty smoke. It occurred to Berenice that the accident had taken place so near Brookfield that many persons must have come from the town. She seized a respectable-looking man by the arm, and asked him if he knew of any way in which she could get an injured friend to Brookfield. He stared at her a moment as if it was impossible at such a time to receive words in their ordinary meaning, but when the question had been repeated he answered that there were some hackmen from town in the crowd. He helped her to find one, and as Mrs. Morison was well known, Berenice had little further difficulty. Wynne submitted to being half led, half carried through the crowd, and when at last with the assistance of the hackman Berenice got him into the carriage he fainted again.