ugh, and carried him across his arms towards the house.
They met Mr. Tooke, and every person belonging to the household, before
they reached the door.

"To my bed!" said the master, when he saw: and in an instant the
gardener had his orders to saddle Mr. Tooke's horse, and ride to London
for an eminent surgeon: stopping by the way to beg Mr. and Mrs. Shaw to
come, and bring with them the surgeon who was their neighbour, Mr.
Annanby.

"Who did it?" "Who pulled him down?" passed from mouth to mouth of the
household.

"He wont tell,--noble fellow," cried Firth. "Don't ask him. Never ask
him who pulled him down."

"You will never repent it, my dear boy," whispered Firth.

Hugh tried to smile, but he could not help groaning again. There was a
suppressed groan from some one else. It was from Mr. Tooke. Hugh was
sadly afraid he had, by some means, found out who did the mischief. But
it was not so. Mr. Tooke was quite wretched enough without that.

Everybody was very kind, and did the best that could be done. Hugh was
held up on the side of Mr. Tooke's bed, while Mrs. Watson took off his
clothes, cutting the left side of his trousers to pieces, without any
hesitation. The master held the leg firmly while the undressing went on;
and then poor Hugh was laid back, and covered up warm, while the foot
was placed on a pillow, with only a light handkerchief thrown over it.

It was terrible to witness his pain; but Mr. Tooke never left him all
day. He chafed his hands, he gave him drink; he told him he had no doubt
his mother would arrive soon; he encouraged him to say or do anything
that he thought would give him ease.

"Cry my dear," he said, "if you want to cry. Do not hide tears from me."

"I can't help crying," sobbed Hugh: "but it is not the pain,--not only
the pain; it is because you are so kind!"

"Where _is_ Phil?" he said at last.

"He is so very unhappy, that we think he had better not see you till
this pain is over. When you are asleep, perhaps."

"Oh! when will that be?" and poor Hugh rolled his head on the pillow.

"George rides fast; he is far on his way by this time," said Mr. Tooke.
"And one or other of the surgeons will soon be here; and they will tell
us what to do, and what to expect."

"Do tell Phil so,--will you?"

Mr. Tooke rang the bell; and the message was sent to Phil, with Hugh's
love.

"Will the surgeon hurt me much, do you think?" Hugh asked. "I will bear
it. I only want to know."

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