Mr. Wilson himself came running out of the door as Shirley dismounted, and lent a hand to carry Jimmy’s unconscious body into the store, where they laid him down gently on a sofa in the rear.
Shirley bent over Jimmy anxiously.
“Is he badly hurt, Mr. Wilson?” she asked.
“I am afraid he is,” was the slow reply. “His face is badly battered, as you can see. He must have been struck a terrible blow. How did it happen?”
Shirley explained.
“I’ll call a doctor immediately,” said Mr. Wilson and hastened to the telephone.
The physician arrived a few minutes later.
“He must be taken to the hospital,” he declared. “His condition is serious.”
“Can I do anything, doctor?” asked Shirley.
“No, not now,” was the reply.