ousing Miles Gateward, and making a coil."
Dr. Woodford, however, took the entire weight, which he declared to
be very slight. "No one would think the poor child fourteen years
old," he observed, "yet did he not speak of a second seven?"
"True," said Mrs. Woodford, "he was born after the Great Fire of
London, which, as I have good cause to know, was in the year '66."
There was still little sign of revival about the boy when he had
been carried into the Parsonage, undressed and laid in the Doctor's
own bed, only a few moans when he was handled, and on his thin,
sharp features there was a piteous look of sadness entirely unlike
his ordinary expression of malignant fun, and which went to the kind
hearts of the Doctor and Mrs. Woodford. After exhausting their own
remedies, as soon as the early daylight was available Dr. Woodford
called up a couple of servants, and sent one into Portsmouth for a
surgeon, and another to Oakwood to the parents.
The doctor was the first to arrive, though not till the morning was
well advanced. He found that three ribs were broken against the
edge of the stone step, and the head severely injured, and having
had sufficient experience in the navy to be a reasonably safe
practitioner, he did nothing worse than bleed the patient, and
declared that absolute rest was the only hope of recovery.
He was being regaled with cold roast pig and ale when Major Oakshott
rode up to the door. Four horses were dragging the great lumbering
coach over Portsdown hill, but he had gone on before, to thank Dr.
and Mrs. Woodford for their care of his unfortunate son, and to make
preparations for his transport home under the care of his wife's own
woman, who was coming in the coach in the stead of the invalid lady.
"Nay, sir. Master Brent here has a word to say to that matter,"
replied the Doctor.
"Truly, sir, I have," said the surgeon; "in his present state it is
as much as your son's life is worth to move him."
"Be that as it may seem to man, he is in the hand of Heaven, and he
ought to be at home, whether for life or death."
"For death it will assuredly be, sir, if he be jolted and shaken
along the Portsdown roads--yea, I question whether you would get him
to Oakwood alive," said Brent, with naval roughness.
"Indeed, sir," added Mrs. Woodford, "Mrs. Oakshott may be assured of
my giving him as tender care as though he were mine own son."
"I am beholden to you, madam," said the Major; "I know
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