Dora was in agony but she managed to hold on as Ron tore along the narrow lanes and at last reached the main road. When at last he pulled up in front of the Accident & Emergency Department at Tockwith General Hospital, Dora practically fell off the bike. Ron borrowed a wheelchair and took her inside. Luckily there weren't many other patients waiting, and Dora was soon seen. Ron wheeled her in to the consulting room.
"I'm afraid you've broken it, love!" said the kindly doctor. "No more riding for you for a while!"
"Oh, Ron! What shall I do?" wailed Dora.
"Don't you worry! I'll come in early, look after the horses..."
"But what about Steve? I'm so worried about Steve!"
"He'll be alright. You mark my words."
The hospital offered to take Dora back to Follyfoot in an ambulance, and Dora reluctantly agreed it would be more sensible than Ron's motorbike. Ron left on his own and headed back towards Witherby Hall. It was very creepy in the dark. An owl hooted and a fox ran across the road in front of him. As he approached the long, tree-lined drive that led to the old mansion, he suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure ahead, striding purposefully away from the house.
"Why, if it ain't Lewis Hammond, me ole mate! Lewis, what the heck are you doing here?"