“That was when you smashed through the side of the barn almost where we were standing.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Oh, no. We weren’t touched. But the car went over and you were caught under it and we had to drag you out,” answered Andy. “The glass cut you up pretty well and something tore the clothing from your arm and hurt it.”
Mr. Garrison tried to sit up, and then fell back helplessly.
“I feel as if I’d been through a wringer,” he murmured. “Can you get a doctor?”
“Jack has already gone for one.”
“Oh, then he was here too?”
“Yes. He has gone to Haven Point to get a doctor, and said he would telephone to Colby Hall.”
“Poor Gif! And I was going to give him a pleasant surprise to-morrow,” murmured the sufferer. “Well, I suppose I can be thankful I wasn’t killed or hurt worse. The glass might have gotten into my eyes and blinded me.”
A little later the physician and the young major arrived and the medical man went to work at once over the sufferer.