"The boss is jest
stunned; that's all. I've been that way a dozen toimes meself," he
added, by way of assurance. "Where's the brandy? Lift his head, Ned;
not so much. See!" he cried, exultantly, as the strong liquor caused
the eyelids to quiver; "see, Misses, he's all roight; he's jest stunned;
that's all. There's the dochtor now. God bless the little woman! She
wasn't long!"
The sound of wheels crunching the gravel, with a sudden stop at the
porch, had come to their ears.
"Come out av the room, Ma'am," Mike besought Mrs. Porter; "come out av
the room an' lave the docthor bring the boss 'round." He signaled to
Cynthia with his eyes for help in this argument.
"Yes, Mrs. Porter," seconded Cynthia, "go out to the porch; Miss Allis
and I will remain here with the doctor to get what's needed."
"Ah, a fall, eh," commented Dr. Rathbone, cheerily, coming briskly into
the room. Then he caught Mike's eye; it closed deliberately, and the
Irishman's head tipped never so slightly toward Mrs. Porter.
"Now 'clear the room,' as they say in court," continued the doctor, with
a smile, understanding Mike's signal. "We mustn't have people about to
agitate Porter when he comes to his senses. I'll need Cynthia, and
perhaps you'd better wait, too, Gaynor.
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