Elaine was overcome. For, following their natural instincts the
crowd began pushing in with cries of "Lynch the driver!" It would
have gone hard with him, too, if she had not interfered.
"Here!" cried Elaine, stepping in. "It wasn't his fault. The boy
ran across the street right in front of the car. Now--we're just
going to rush this boy to the hospital--right away!"
She lifted Johnnie gently into the car herself and they drove off,
to a very vigorous blowing of the horn.
A few moments later they pulled up before the ambulance entrance
to the hospital.
"Quick!" beckoned Elaine to the attendants, who ran out and
carried Johnnie, still a complicated knot of broken bones, inside.
In the reception room were a couple of nurses and a young medical
student, when Johnnie was carried in and laid on the bed. The
student, more interested in Elaine than the boy, examined him. His
face wore a puzzled look and there was every reason to believe
that Johnnie was seriously injured.
At that moment the door opened and an elderly, gray-bearded house
physician entered. The others stepped back from the bed
respectfully. He advanced and examined Johnnie.
The doctor looked at the boy a moment, then at Elaine.
"I will now effect a miraculous cure by the laying on of hands,"
he announced, adding quickly, "--and of feet!"
To the utter surprise of all he seized the boy by the coat collar,
lifting him up and actually bouncing him on the floor.
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