A doctor came hurrying up with an emergency kit. He gave the Major first aid treatment and ordered stretcher bearers to carry him to a waiting ambulance. Joe Wells also was given a hasty examination and transported to the hospital conveyance.
“May I ride along to town?” Flash requested the driver. “I have some pictures I ought to rush through to my paper.”
“Jump in,” the man invited. With a quick glance at the young man, he added: “You don’t look any too good yourself. Feeling shock?”
Flash sagged into the seat beside the driver.
“I’m feeling something,” he admitted. “I guess I’m all in.”
Until now excitement had buoyed him, and made him unaware of either pain or fatigue. He shivered. His teeth chattered from a sudden chill.
The driver stripped off his own topcoat and made Flash put it on.
“Better get yourself a bed at the hotel if you can,” he advised. “You’ll feel plenty in another hour.”
Flash shook his head. With pictures to be sent to the Brandale Ledger, he couldn’t afford to pamper himself. He had to keep going until his work was finished.
“Where is the nearest airport?” he questioned.