“I have a car!” cried Jerry eagerly. “You won’t get a bit wet. I can have you there in half an hour, and bring you back.”
The doctor smiled grimly at the lady beside him.
“I can’t seem to escape from it,” he remarked.
“No,” she answered with a gentle smile. “But perhaps you had better go, even if you are on your vacation.”
“Oh, yes,” he assented, somewhat wearily. “I must go, of course, as long as there is no one else. I’ll be with you directly, young man,” he said to Jerry. “Just as soon as I can get on a coat, and pack my bag.”
“I came out here to get rid of work,” he went on, “but I seem to have it thrust upon me. But never mind.”
Jerry fidgetted about impatiently until the physician, wearing a heavy raincoat, and carrying a black bag, descended from his room. Then, eager to be in motion, Jerry led the way to the waiting car.
“That’s a fine auto you have,” observed Dr. Wright.
“Yes, it goes, too,” added Jerry. “I’ll soon have you there.”
Neither Jerry nor the physician spoke much on the trip. Each was too busy with his own thoughts. Jerry sent the car ahead at even greater speed than he had used coming out, for he knew the road now. Soon, splashing through mud and water, now sliding on some inclined highway, and again puffing up a hill, they came in sight of a lighted tent beside the road.