Crichton almost gasped with relief.
"An ambulance! The very thing. Get one immediately!"
The last passenger was just leaving the station when the ambulance clattered up.
The doctor, although hardly more than a boy, seemed to know his business, and after examining the girl and asking a few questions, he proceeded to administer various remedies, which he took out of a bag he carried.
"I am afraid this case is too serious for me," he said at last.
"What is the trouble?"
"Of course, I can't speak with any certainty, but from what you tell me, I think the lady is in for an attack of brain fever."
Crichton felt his brain reel.
"What shall I do?"
"We will take her home and in the meantime telephone to whatever doctor you wish to have called, so that he can see the patient as soon as possible."