was the one girl for him. He longed to tell her, but words fit to do him such service seemed impossible to find; he doubted if they were contained in any language.
The first words were trembling on his lips when suddenly one of the romping children uttered a cry of pain, followed immediately by other cries, bringing Janet to her feet in alarm.
"What is it?" she called.
"It's Jimmy," answered Tommy Murphy, appearing from behind some bushes. "He's cut his foot on somep'n. It's bleedin' fierce."
Locke was at Janet's side when she reached Jimmy, who was sitting on the ground, surrounded by the other little boys, and holding one of his bare feet. It had been gashed by a broken bottle hidden by fallen leaves and vines.
Without hesitation Janet dropped to her knees to do what she could, but Tom was equally swift and unfaltering in action. Whipping forth a spotless handkerchief, he knelt to bind up the injury.
"It will be best to take him to a doctor right away," he said, "for there may be pieces of glass in the cut. Let me attend to this, Miss Harting. I can do it alone; I won't need any help," he declared, as he observed that all the color had departed from her cheeks, leaving them very pale.
