While some lifted the wrecked machine, others drew the boy from the wreckage5 and laid him on the grass. Then the crowd closed about. Mr. Trevor forced his way into the curious group and assisted in the examination. There was no blood. But apparently6 the lad was severely7 injured.
“I have a machine here,” Mr. Trevor exclaimed to the circus owner. “Where do you want him taken?”
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“I don’t know,” answered the man. “Better take him to the train I suppose. There’s a colored man there. I’ll send a doctor right away.”
There was no lack of volunteers to bear the limp body to Mr. Trevor’s machine. Selecting Art and Alex, Mr. Trevor laid the pale-faced aviator on the rear seat with the two boys to look after him.
“Want to go with us?” he called to the circus owner. “It’ll be faster.”
“I’ve got a horse here,” was the answer. “I’ll be along at once. I’ve got to look after this animal now.”
Even in his haste and concern for the injured boy, Mr. Trevor looked up in surprise.
“Very well,” he said. “We’ll look after him.”
The power was thrown on and the automobile8 was speeded to the center of the town. On the first motion of it the unconscious boy began to groan9.
“He’s pretty white, father,” said Art over his shoulder. “Hurry.”
The suffering boy was dressed in soiled and worn clothing but it was now seen that he had a good face, clean-cut features, heavy brown[120] hair and big hands, strong beyond his years, which very apparently were not more than seventeen.
At high speed Mr. Trevor dashed through the town to the side-tracked circus train. Both Mr. Trevor and Alex sprang out and ran to the old sleeping cars at the end of the train. They were all locked. There was no one in charge. If a colored man should have been there he had left his post.
“Don’t look any longer, father; I can’t stand his groanin’. Let’s find a doctor.”
Mr. Trevor whirled the machine into a side street and in a few moments stopped before a little single-room office on a back street.
“Brown,” he called anxiously, “hurry out here.”
A youngish man, Dr. Brown, appeared in his shirt sleeves.
“What’s the matter?” he exclaimed, catching10 sight of the boy and springing to the lad’s side. “Seems to be in a bad way,” he added catching young Bonner’s wrist. In some mysterious way a few people began at once to surround the automobile.
“It’s a boy from the circus,” explained Art. “He fell in an aeroplane. Is he much hurt?”
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From the boy’s pulse the doctor’s hands had reached for the boy’s heart and forehead. Without reply, the doctor sprang to the ground and an instant later was back with a stimulant11 which he forced between the injured boy’s teeth. Again he took hold of his wrist and for some moments sat in silence watching the unconscious form.
Meanwhile Mr. Trevor was pleading with the growing crowd to stand back. Apparently the effect of the doctor’s stimulant was not what he had hoped. Rushing into the office once more he came out with his hat and coat, his surgical12 case and a hypodermic syringe. He bared the lad’s arm—there was no sign of blood—then injected some other stimulant.
“Where does he belong?” Dr. Brown asked with concern. “He must be cared for at once. It’s only another proof of Scottsville’s disgrace—the lack of a hospital. I can’t examine him here. Are there any accommodations at the circus?”
Mr. Trevor had thought of that and he knew that there was neither bed nor cot at the circus.
“I hardly know where to take him,” Mr. Trevor began. “Perhaps we had better go to a hotel—”
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“Take him home, father,” exclaimed Art. “I wish you would. There’s no one at the hotel. Mebbe he’s goin’ to die.”
Without reply Mr. Trevor turned to the wheel again and, the doctor crouching13 at the young aviator’s side with the boy’s hand in his, it was only a few turns and Elm Street was reached.
Mrs. Trevor’s alarm at the sight of the prostrate14 form, was because she was sure it was Arthur. But a word of explanation turned her into an efficient emergency nurse. A few minutes later the still-groaning victim was lying in the snowy sheets of one of Mrs. Trevor’s guest beds.
Art and Alex crowded the doorway15 until there came a sudden order from Dr. Brown that Dr. Wells be called, and the two boys dashed away in the automobile on this errand. When the other physician had been found and carried to the Trevor home there was some news of the lad’s condition.
“There’s a bad wound in his back,” explained Mr. Trevor coming from the sick room, “and he’s lost a good deal of blood. His underclothes were saturated16. His spine[123] may be injured. There’s something the matter with his legs, too.”
Art and Alex could only retire to the porch and await developments. It was the first time either had come into such close contact with a serious accident and both were excited. In half an hour Mr. Trevor appeared; very grave in looks.
“Drive me to the circus, Arthur. You may come too, Alex,” he added.
It was discovered that the rear seat was damp with blood. The cushions were turned over and the trip to the grounds hastily made.
The traveling owners of the show were yet at the scene of the accident engaged in the task of caging the trapped tiger. Mr. Trevor ordered the machine driven to that place. The smashed aeroplane was lying where it fell. The principal owner was superintending the recovery of the tiger. His horse and light wagon17 stood near. There was every sign that he had forgotten even to summon a doctor to attend his injured employee.
Circus hands had brought up an empty animal cage and an animal transfer box used in shipping18 savage19 beasts. Some one had crawled halfway20 up the tree and made fast two heavy[124] ropes. Then the partly rotten tree had been cut through at the base and, some holding the tree base in place, dozens of employees had eased the severed21 tree trunk to the ground. Those familiar with wild beasts had already further pinioned22 the growling23 tiger’s legs and, with much hauling and shouting, the bony tiger had just been drawn24 into the transfer crate25.
“How’s the kid?” was the owner’s salutation.
“In a bad way I think. What do you want to do with him?”
“He’ll be all right in the car. I’m just goin’ to get a doctor.”
“The cars were closed. We couldn’t get into them. I’ve taken the boy to my home to be examined.”
“Couldn’t get in the car?” was the circus man’s reply. “The nigger must ’a’ been asleep. I’ll see that it’s opened. You take him where I said. Bad luck always comes double. We nearly lost our only tiger an’ now this kid has to go an’ dump hisself. That’ll cut out our exhibition, to say nothin’ ’bout a doctor bill.”
“I’m afraid he can’t be moved for several hours,” began Mr. Trevor.
“Well he’ll have to be moved before midnight,”[125] answered the circus man. “We can’t wait for him.”
“Hadn’t you better make some arrangement to have him cared for in this town?” asked Mr. Trevor, his lips closing.
“I don’t see why I should,” answered the circus proprietor26. “Business is rotten enough. I’ve got to hire as cheap as I can and when work stops, pay stops. Some one’s always sick.”
“You don’t mean to say you’re not going to care for this unfortunate boy?” asked Mr. Trevor.
“I’ll care for him as well as I can if he comes along with the show. You bring him to the train like I told you and I’ll do what I can. That’s our practice in the show business. If he can’t do that he’ll have to quit.”
“Quit!” exclaimed Mr. Trevor, his cheeks flushing. “Do you mean to say you’ll not only abandon him but discharge him too?”
“What’s it to you?” broke in the man angrily. “Ain’t you mixin’ up a little in our affairs? If you don’t like my way of doin’ things, go about your own business!”
“My business,” replied Mr. Trevor calmly, “is looking after other people’s business,[126] sometimes. I can see that this boy has possibly been killed in your service and while engaged in a task that no reasonable employer would demand or permit. Should he die, I shall make it my business to look up his parents or relatives. If he lives and is incapacitated in any way you may expect to hear from me. It will cost you more in damages than decent care of him will now cost you.”
“What he done was voluntary,” he hastened to answer. “An’ as far as damage suits goes—that’s up to you and him. But I’ll bet you this: I didn’t start in the show business yesterday. This kid’s under contract with me all signed and witnessed, both him and his machine. When he pulls off his act he gets his money. When he don’t show up there ain’t nothin’ doin’. What he done this afternoon was his own lookout28. I didn’t ask him. If you’ll figure out for me just why I should go on a-payin’ him when his rotten old machine breaks, you’re quite some figurer.”
Mr. Trevor was trembling with rage and contempt.
“How much a day do you pay him?” he asked at last.
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“None o’ your business.”
“Father,” broke in Art. “He said it was the boy’s aeroplane.”
“Correct,” snorted the circus man. “It’s his all right. I ain’t no claim on it an’ I ain’t goin’ to touch it. When he wants it let him send his friends for it.”
Although nearly all in the crowd were yet massed around the captured tiger, a number of spectators had been attracted by the showman’s loud words. Among these was Marshal Walter.
“Walter,” exclaimed Mr. Trevor with authority as he turned his back on the showman, “that wrecked flying machine belongs to the young man who was injured. The boy may die but we’re going to try to save him. Till he recovers, he’ll be at my house. I want you to see that his property is protected. To-night or in the morning I’ll send men to get it. Send your deputy to the circus and get any other property or baggage he may have.”
Without another look at the circus owner, Mr. Trevor summoned the two boys and shortly[128] before six o’clock reached his home again. Here all were glad to learn that the suffering young aviator had aroused himself for a few moments under stimulants30 and, his wounds having been dressed, had fallen asleep. Other boys had already congregated31 at the house but only Art and Connie were permitted to tip-toe into the guest chamber32 for the first time. The boy on the bed looked very young. His big hands lay limply on the smooth white sheet.
“He ain’t groanin’, anyway,” whispered Art.
“He’s resting very well now,” explained Dr. Brown. “To-morrow we’ll know more about his injury. Mrs. Trevor,” he added, “I’ll have a nurse here in half an hour.”
It appeared that Mr. Trevor had been deeply incensed33 at the heartlessness of the circus people. He ordered the doctors to give the boy every attention and that no expense be spared in getting a competent nurse. He also did considerable telephoning before dinner and later, explained that he had arranged to have the remnants of Bonner’s machine collected and stored in McGuire’s farm and implement34 warehouse36. When the nurse appeared later and[129] Mrs. Trevor was relieved from duty she came down stairs as determined37 as her husband to protect the unfortunate victim.
All day Sunday the patient lay in the big, dark room, partly under the influence of opiates. There was no sign of suffering. That evening he began to show signs of consciousness. The doctors, hastily summoned, dressed his injuries anew and made a fuller examination. The verdict was that he was recovering from the shock. That night the boy was restless but the fact was kept from the family by the nurse. At breakfast, however, she said she had reported conditions to the doctor, who arrived within a few minutes. Dr. Brown had been with the sick boy only a short time when he came down stairs and told Mr. Trevor that the boy was fully38 conscious and insisted on knowing what had happened and where he was. “And you’d better tell him,” suggested the doctor. “Ease his mind all you can.”
When Mr. Trevor reappeared, a half hour later, he had a sober face. Art, Alex and Wart39 Ware35 were with Mrs. Trevor on the porch.
“I’m mighty glad we happened to be there,” Mr. Trevor began. “It would have been a[130] shame for that boy to have fallen into the hands of his scoundrelly employer. Our young patient’s name is what the bills announce, William Bonner. He isn’t seventeen yet and he’s an orphan40. He lives in Newark, New Jersey41. I told him all that happened. He did not seem to remember about the tiger but he asked at once if the aeroplane was wrecked. I thought I’d ease his mind and I told him ‘only a little damaged.’”
“Ain’t a whole piece in it, ’cept the engine,” volunteered Ware, “but I’m glad you didn’t tell him.”
“How’d he get an aeroplane,” asked Art, “if he’s an orphan?”
“He’s been working for the American Aeroplane Company for three years,” explained Mr. Trevor. “Over a year ago he began making an aeroplane of his own in a shed near his uncle’s home. He lived with his uncle. In the meantime he learned to operate aeroplanes and was used as a demonstrator. When his machine was as far along as he could get it himself, some of the older workmen helped him. The material for it he bought from the company and when he was ready for an engine he bought[131] that too. It cost him six hundred dollars and his other supplies two hundred dollars. He had three hundred dollars that he paid and he owed for the other five hundred. In the latter part of May this circus came to Newark and Bonner applied42 for a job, promising43 to give two shows each day. He got a ‘lay off’ from the factory for the summer and hoped to pay off his debt in that way.”
“How much was he to get?” interrupted Connie eagerly.
“Five dollars a day and his living,” answered Mr. Trevor indignantly. “You see what kind of living he must have had. He was with the circus five weeks and got his pay up to Saturday night. Out of it he sent one hundred dollars to apply on his debt. Most of the rest went for gasoline and repairs. When I told him where he was he began to cry. He was worried because he had no money and had lost his job.”
“Poor boy,” exclaimed Mrs. Trevor.
“Can’t we go up and see him?” asked Art.
“Not to-day,” answered Mr. Trevor. “He’s worried so about all the trouble he was causing that I had to ease his mind. I told him[132] if he wanted to, he could have a job as chauffeur44 with us as long as he liked.”
“Is he going to?” cried Art.
“Boys,” responded Mr. Trevor softly. “Poor Bonner may never have a chance to do anything again.”
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