“Stop!” he called to the boys. “Stop, for Heaven’s sake.”
There was so much anguish in his tone that the boys knew something must have happened.
“What is it?” asked Jerry, riding up to the front gate and dismounting.
“It’s my wife! She has just been taken very sick and I’m all alone here. I need a doctor, but I dare not leave her to get one, and I have no one to send. I saw you coming down the road and I thought maybe you would help me!”
“Of course we will,” replied Jerry heartily. “Where does the doctor live? I’ll ride after him.”
“His house is about two miles from here,” said the man. “It’s the first one after you cross the white bridge. Oh! Hurry, and tell him to be quick! I’m afraid my wife is dying! Tell him to come to Mr. Johnson’s! Oh! What shall I do!” and the unfortunate man showed so much distress that the hearts of the boys were touched.
“Don’t worry,” Jerry advised. “I’ll make good time. Ned and Bob will stay with you. Maybe they will be of some help.”
Springing into the saddle, Jerry started his machine and soon had it going at a good rate. Because of the condition of the roads, which were not in the best of shape, he dared not push the motor to the limit. Ned and Bob followed the man into the house, willing to do what they could.
Meanwhile Jerry rode on. A turn of the road soon hid the lonely farm house from sight. The grade was up hill for a way, and the machine did not make such good time.