. He chafed his hands, he gave him drink; he told him he had no
doubt his mother would arrive soon; he encouraged him to say or do
anything that he thought would give him ease.

"Cry, my dear," he said, "if you want to cry. Do not hide tears from
me."

"I can't help crying," sobbed Hugh: "but it is not the pain,--not only
the pain; it is because you are so kind!"

"Where _is_ Phil?" he said at last.

"He is so very unhappy, that we think he had better not see you till
this pain is over. When you are asleep, perhaps."

"Oh! When will that be?" and poor Hugh rolled his head on the pillow.

"George rides fast; he is far on his way by this time," said Mr Tooke.
"And one or other of the surgeons will soon be here; and they will tell
us what to do, and what to expect."

"Do tell Phil so,--will you?"

Mr Tooke rang the bell; and the message was sent to Phil, with Hugh's
love.

"Will the surgeon hurt me much, do you think?" Hugh asked. "I will
bear it. I only want to know."

"I should think you hardly could be in more pain than you are now,"
replied Mr Tooke. "I trust they will relieve you of this pain. I
should not wonder if you are asleep to-night as quietly as any of us;
and then you will not mind what they may have done to you."

Hugh thought he should mind nothing, if he could ever be asleep again.

He was soon asked if he would like to see his uncle and aunt, who were
come. He wished to see his uncle; and Mr Shaw came up, with the
surgeon. Mr Annanby did scarcely anything to the foot at present. He
soon covered it up again, and said he would return in time to meet the
surgeon who was expected from London. Then Hugh and his uncle were
alone.

Mr Shaw told him how sorry the boys all were, and how they had come in
from the playground at once, and put themselves under Firth, to be kept
quiet; and that very little dinner had been eaten; and that, when the
writing-master arrived, he was quite astonished to find everything so
still, and the boys so spiritless: but that nobody told him till he
observed how two or three were crying, so that he was sure something was
the matter.

"Which? Who? Who is crying?" asked Hugh.

"Poor Phil, and I do not know who else,--not being acquainted with the
rest."

"How glad I am that Dale had nothing to do with it!" said Hugh. "He was
quite on the other side of the playground."

"They tell me below that I must not ask you how it happened."

"Oh, yes! You ma