Having cajoled the man into a more cooperative mood, Judy went quickly to work. With Kathleen helping, she utilized a triangular bandage as a sling for the right arm, tying it snugly to the side of his body with a cravat bandage.
“Humph!” the trucker muttered, not displeased as he surveyed the finished job. “Not too bad.”
“The important thing now is to get you both to a doctor,” Judy said briskly. “Cars pass rather infrequently on this road. Kathleen and I will go for help while Beverly and Betty stay here to do what they can.”
“You’ve done enough now,” the trucker returned. “Thanks, kids! Now all of you beat it—on your way.”
“We’ll have a wrecker sent,” Judy went on, gathering up her first aid equipment.
“Don’t bother.”
“But we’ll be glad to do it,” Judy insisted. “It’s part of our Scout training to help when we can.”
“Yeah? Cut out the chatter and clear out!” The trucker glowered at the girls, and dropped his left hand to his hip pocket. “Get out I said!”
Frightened by the hostile attitude of the man, Beverly and Betty snatched up their first aid kits, and started hurriedly off the way they had come. Kathleen and Judy were more deliberate in making their departure. However, knowing that the trucker had a revolver, they were in no mood to argue with him.
Once beyond the first bend in the road, the four girls excitedly discussed the situation.