But he was spared, as we hope, for a happy and useful career.
By the application of powerful restoratives Phil was at length
brought round. His chilled limbs grew warm, and his heart began
to beat more steadily and strongly. A bed was brought down to
the sitting-room, and he was placed in it.
"Where am I?" he asked faintly, when he opened his eyes.
"You are with friends, my boy. Don't ask questions now. In the
morning, you may ask as many as you like."
Phil closed his eyes languidly, and soon fell into a sound sleep.
Nature was doing her work well and rapidly.
In the morning Phil woke up almost wholly restored.
As he opened his eyes, he met the kind glances of the doctor and
his wife.
"How do you feel this morning?" asked the doctor.
"I feel well," said Phil, looking around him with curiosity.
"Do you think you could eat some breakfast?" asked Dr. Drayton,
with a smile.
"Yes, sir," said Phil.
"Then, my lad, I think I can promise you some as soon as you are
dressed. But I see from your looks you want to know where you
are and how you came here. Don't you remember the snow-storm
yesterday?"
Phil shuddered. He remembered it only too well.
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