Eradicate undressed Tom and got him to bed. Mrs. Baggert busied herself heating water and getting things in readiness for the doctor, who had promised to come at once.
Tom was just regaining consciousness when the physician came in, having driven over at top speed.
"What—what happened? Did the Humming-Bird fall?" asked Tom in a whisper, putting his hand to his head.
"No, something fell on you, I guess," said the doctor, who had been hurriedly told of the circumstances. "But don't worry, Tom. You'll be all right in a few days. You got a bad cut on the head, but the skull isn't fractured, I'm glad to say. Here, now, just drink this," and he gave Tom some medicine he had mixed in a glass.
The cut was soon dressed, and Tom felt much better, though weak and a trifle dizzy.
"Did he hit me with the hatchet?" he asked Mr. Jackson.
"I couldn't tell," was the engineer's reply, "it all happened so quickly. In another instant I'd have bowled him over, instead of him landing on you, but I just missed him. He either used the hatchet, or some blunt instrument."
"Well, don't talk about it now," urged the doctor. "I want Tom to get quiet and go to sleep.
