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arm was broken and badly contused. After I 

 had attended to it, he said : 



Doctor, I'm as good as new ; hope Jack is no 



worse." 



I carefully washed the blood off Jack's head 

 and neck, and found an ugly scalp wound at least 

 three inches long. It made me terribly anxious 

 until I fairly proved that the bone was uninjured. 

 After giving the boy the tonsure, I put six stitches 

 into the scalp, and he never said a word. Per- 

 haps the cause of this fortitude could be found 

 in the blazing eyes of Jessie Gordon, which fixed 

 his as a magnet, while her hands clasped his 

 tightly. Miss Jessie was as white as snow, but 

 there was no tremor in hand or eye. When it 

 was all over, her voice was steady and low as 

 she said : 



"Jack Williams, in the olden days men fought 

 for women, and they were called knights. It 

 was counted a noble thing to take peril in de- 

 fence of the helpless. I find no record of more 

 knightly deed than you have done to-day, and I 

 know that no knight could have done it more 

 nobly. I want you to wear this favor on your 

 hand." 



She kissed his hand and left the room. Jack 

 didn't seem to mind the wound in his head, but 

 he gave great attention to his hand. 



