"I think she will. But she may be helpless for many weeks."
"It's hard luck. She hasn't any money."
"Then you had better send her to the hospital."
"No, she shall stay home, if she wants to," said Nelson. "I guess I and the rest can take care of her. She was always good to me and the others."
After the medicine had been administered and Mrs. Kennedy was a trifle easier, Nelson began to grow impatient that Gertrude had not yet returned.
"I guess I'll go out and hunt her up," he said to Gladys Summers. "Will you stay here?"
"Yes; I promised to stay all night, Nelson."
Our hero was soon in the street again and making his way rapidly over to the East Side in the direction of Sam Pepper's resort. It was now late, but this part of the city was still bustling with life. Yet to our hero's surprise, when he reached Pepper's place he found it locked up.
"Closed!" he muttered. "This is queer. I wonder where Gertrude went?"
He stood for a moment on the pavement, then went and rapped loudly on the glass of the door.