He’s got a bad break, so far as I can tell now it’s in the elbow.
Like somebody tried to wring his arm off… Now look at me.” “Then he’s not dead?” “No-o!”
Dr. Reynolds got to his feet. “We can’t do much tonight,” he said, “except try to make him as comfortable as we can.
We’ll have to X-ray his arm—looks like he’ll be wearing his arm ‘way out by his side for a while.
Don’t worry, though, he’ll be as good as new. Boys his age bounce.”
While he was talking, Dr. Reynolds had been looking keenly at me, lightly fingering the bump that was coming on my forehead.
“You don’t feel broke anywhere, do you?” Dr. Reynolds’s small joke made me smile.
“Then you don’t think he’s dead, then?” He put on his hat. “Now I may be wrong, of course, but I think he’s very alive.
Shows all the symptoms of it. Go have a look at him, and when I come back we’ll get together and decide.”
Dr. Reynolds’s step was young and brisk. Mr. Heck Tate’s was not.
His heavy boots punished the porch and he opened the door awkwardly, but he said the same thing Dr. Reynolds said when he came in.
“You all right, Scout?” he added. “Yes sir, I’m goin’ in to see Jem. Atticus’n’them’s in there.”
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색