IS HE dead?" asked Mehitable fearfully, when Tolliver, who had knelt to pull out the winged arrow which had struck Jaffray, looked up.
"Nay, I fear not." He got to his feet. "Come, I will see ye started for home in the farmcart which is in readiness in the barn. Jaffray's wounding has made it possible, my friends."
"But cannot you come with us?" urged Mehitable, when Master Jones had been laid upon straw in the cart and she had climbed to a seat beside her father.
"Nay." Tolliver shook his head. "I must help Jaffray. I am a surgeon."
"So we guessed." Squire Condit looked at him gratefully. "Well, let us hope we may have ye as guest some day. My name is Samuel Condit and I live"
"Condit!" Tolliver took an eager step forward as he stood beside the farm cart. "The father o' John Condit?"
"Aye!" The Squire's voice was astonished. "Do ye know my lad?"
"Know him!" Tolliver's face shone. "He studied medicine with me!"
"But I thought he studied with Doctor Carter!"
