Such a spectacle Dexie had never seen.  Cars were piled upon one another in a confused mass, and she wondered how anyone had escaped alive from the broken timbers that had formed the cars.

She seemed to know instinctively which way to turn in search of her father, but she had only made a few steps when she met Mr. Traverse looking for her.

“Do not be alarmed, Miss Dexie; I am not so bad as I look,” he said, reassuringly, as Dexie started at the sight of his bandaged head and splintered arm.  “I have an ugly scalp wound, and that makes the bandages necessary, and my broken arm is nothing.  Now, be brave,” he said, as they stopped before the door of the house where her father had been taken.  “He has been suffering great pain and looks badly, and he will not be able to see you unless you are calm.  The doctor is with him now.  I will go and see if you can come in.”

“Do not keep me waiting, Mr. Traverse.  I will be quiet.  Indeed, you can trust me,” and she lifted a white face, full of entreaty, to his gaze.

“My brave little girl!” was Guy’s inward comment.  “It is just as well that she came alone, for no one else in the family has self-control enough to bear this.”

In a few minutes Guy returned and conducted her to her father’s side, and she bent over him and kissed his white face tenderly.

“Dear papa, I have come to stay with you.  What can I do to help you?” and she laid her hand in his.  “Mamma feels too badly to come just now, dear papa.”

The quiet manner in which she removed her hat and cloak and then returned to the bedside to await the doctor’s orders impressed the latter favorably, and with a few words of instruction to Mr. Traverse he departed to see his other waiting charges.

They were sad and anxious days that followed, for it was feared that Mr. Sherwood might not, after all, survive the shock; but Dexie never lost heart, and was rewarded, after many days, by hearing the welcome news that her father could safely be moved to his home.

Traverse had proved himself a helpful and faithful friend, and more than one broken-hearted person blessed him for his ready help and sympathy, for the accident had been attended with much loss of life and had spread mourning into many homes.

Dexie had written twice daily to her mother; but having once mentioned the fact that the few houses in the vicinity of the accident were filled with maimed and wounded who were too ill to be sent to their homes, Mrs. Sherwood considered it impossible for her to witness the sight, and Dexie advised her to stay at home.  She was well aware that the distressing sights and sounds which were to be witnessed hourly in every house would have such an effect on her mother that her presence would be more hurtful than beneficial to her father in his present condition.

Dexie was very anxious to know if everything was in readiness for her father’s arrival, and Mr. Traverse relieved her anxiety by offering to go to the house with the family doctor and make everything sure, and then return and accompany them home.