England -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Runaway children -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
I told him all I knew, and then ran on to Hallett's to ask him to get me
excused at the office.
I found him looking very pale, but Linny was not visible; and then I
told him about Revitts' state.
"It's very strange," he exclaimed. "Linny came home in trouble last
night. She said some man had insulted her, and when she called for help
a policeman ran up; and she left them struggling together while she made
her escape and came home."
"Then it must have been Revitts who helped her," I said; and I then told
him that I wanted to stay with the poor fellow.
"I'll arrange all that for you, Antony," he said quietly; and I made the
best of my way back to Caroline Street, to find that poor Revitts had
not moved, only kept on muttering where he had been laid by the doctor;
and I took the watcher's place, made tea for him, and spoke to him again
and again, but without result.
The police surgeon came soon after with the inspector I had seen, asked
me a few questions as he examined the injuries, and then I saw him
tighten his lips.
"Hadn't he better be taken to the infirmary, sir?" the inspector asked.
"No," was the reply; "he must not be moved." Then, turning to me: "You
had better get some one to come and nurse him, my lad," he said;
"mother, sister, or somebody. I'll call in again in the evening."
I knew from this that the poor fellow must be seriously hurt, and had I
wanted confirmation, I had it in the delirious mutterings that now came
from his lips.
I sat by him in great trouble, wondering what I should do, when the
doctor I had fetched called in, who, on learning that the divisional
surgeon had been, nodded his satisfaction and turned to go.
"Please tell me, sir," I said, "is he very, very bad?"
"Well, bad enough, my lad; you see, he has got concussion of the brain,
and I daresay he will be ill for some time, but I do not anticipate
anything serious. He must have a nurse."
As soon as he had gone I sat and thought for a few minutes what I ought
to do. Miss Carr was very kind and generous. If I asked her she would
pay for a nurse; but no, I would not ask her without first consulting
Hallett. He would help me in my difficulty, I felt sure, especially as
it was probable that Linny was the girl poor Revitts had protected. But
Hallett would not be back till evening, and then perhaps he would--no,
he would be sure to come in.
I sat thinking, and the landlady came up, full of bewailings about her
injured lodger, and in her homely way promised to come and wait on him
from time to time. Then a bright thought occurred to me. I would write
and tell Mary that Revitts was hurt, for I felt that she ought to know,
and hastily taking pen and paper, I wrote her word that my friend was
very ill, and asked her to tell me the address of some of his relations,
that I might send them word. I did not forget to add a postscript,
urging her to secrecy as to my whereabouts, for my dread of Mr
Blakeford was as great as ever.
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