In
order to spare the fellow, the chauffeur had wheeled his car madly to one
side, and, by so doing, had hit an electric-light pole, with the result
that every one was more or less injured, the forlorn creature who had
caused the excitement, most of all, for the over-turned machine had
included him in its crushing destruction.
Four men and three women were carried to St. Albans and now occupied
private rooms, while the torn and broken body of the unknown stranger lay
in Ward Five, quite unconscious. He was breathing faintly, and, since
they had made him clean and decent, he looked very young and wan as he
rested upon the narrow, white bed.
Priscilla stood at the foot of the cot and read the chart which a former
nurse had hurriedly made out; then she came around to the side and looked
down upon--Jerry-Jo McAlpin!
She knew him at once. The deathlike repose had wiped away much that
recent years had engraven on his face. He looked as Priscilla remembered
him, standing in his father's boat, proudly playing the man.
For a moment the quiet girl grew rigid with superstitious fear.
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