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arm was broken and badly contused. After I 
had attended to it, he said : — 
« Doctor, ’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. 
