THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
"We'll see her presently," said The Parson.
"Where am I?"
"In a farmhouse. The automobile went into a ditch—"
"Oh, yes! The baby?"
"It's all right. We didn't touch it."
"You're hurt!"
"It's nothing. Are you better?"
"Yes, yes," she said, and tried to lift her hand to his head, but it hung limp, and she cried out with the pain.
Drake groaned as if it were his own.
"Tie his—head—up," she ordered.
Drake protested.
"Please—Tony," she whispered; and he sat still while The Parson and the farm woman washed and bandaged his wound.
"Don't tell mother—it will frighten her," Priscilla said.
"She knows we've had a slight accident," The Parson explained. "We're going to try to get you home in a wagon, if you think you can be moved."
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