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Mr. Barker replied that he didn't know. He had, he said, plenty to occupy his attention besides worrying himself about a pack of strangers bent upon breaking their necks by careering about country roads in the dark at the speed of an express train. But despite the circus proprietor's truculent manner Lethbridge gathered that he had left undone nothing that would mitigate the sufferings of the occupants of the car.
"Two men were in one of the tents," Barker went on. "We've done the best we can for them. We have rigged up some beds. The lady is here. My missus is looking after her herself. No, I don't think she is very much hurt, at least, not so far as I can judge. But we shall know more about that when the doctor comes. I suppose you are a friend of the family."