“What’s all right, Tom?”
“Good news. The doctor.”
“Yes! yes!”
“I sent word to him.”
“How could you? The telephone lines are dead.”
“By wireless, to my friend, Ben Dixon, who runs a small station. He got my message. Their telephone service is all right. The doctor is now on his way to your home.”
“Oh, thank you, Tom, thank you!” cried Mr. Barton fervently.
“That’s great, Tom,” commented Harry heartily.
“I noticed a light in the nearest house yonder,” proceeded Tom. “The wind has gone down a good deal. Could you make it, do you think, Harry?”
“You mean get to the house?”