“You can’t tell,” she cried.
“Yes, Miss—but there’ll be no doctor in those houses.”
“But there’ll be somebody to send to the city—”
“Oh, yes, Miss—they’ll be having a telephone there, anyway! We’ll telephone to the Rescue Society.”
“Yes, yes, that’s it. Go at once, run—and bring some men back with you. Why do you wait? Go at once. Hurry!”
The man looked down again at the white face in her lap. “There’ll be no use here for doctor or Rescue Society, Miss.”
“Oh, go!—for God’s sake go!”
“I’m going, Miss—but don’t get afraid in the darkness here.”
He hurried down the street. “‘Twasn’t my fault,” he murmured as he ran. “Such an idea! to drive down this road this time o’ night.”
Emma was left alone with the unconscious man in the gloomy street.