"Yes, mum—miss, I mean. He allowed he was going ter git them papers filed or bust."
The blow had fallen. Peggy sat numb and limp in the chassis. But presently the necessity of attending to Roy aroused her from her lethargy. Under her directions the boy was removed to a bed in the hotel and a doctor sent for. The physician lived in the hotel, so no time was lost before he was at Roy's bedside. He had finished his examination and had pronounced the injury painful, but not dangerous, when, without ceremony, Wandering William burst into the room.
"We can make it yet! We can make it yet!" he was shouting.
The doctor looked up as if he thought he had another patient and a maniac to deal with.
"I—I beg your pardon," stammered Wandering William, "but this is a vital matter to this young lady and gentleman."
"Yes—yes, what is it?" asked Peggy eagerly. Her eyes burned with eagerness and suppressed excitement. Something in Wandering William's manner seemed to say that he had found a way out of their difficulties.
"I've made inquiries," he repeated, "and I've found out that the train to Monument Rocks makes several stops. There's just a chance that we can beat it in the aeroplane."
"You can!"
Roy raised himself up in bed despite the pain.
"I think so. But we must hurry."