“But I thought you said Punaro always brought the stuff out here in the early morning?”
“You forget this is Saturday afternoon. He’s off, too,” Brad reminded her.
She realized then how ghastly white he had grown. His lips had a bluish look, and he was trembling slightly in the chill wind. She was afraid of shock from the loss of blood, and hurried back to her motor. She must take him to the hospital as speedily as possible.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
A CALLER IN THE DARK
By the time Kitty was in sight of the hospital the storm had reached gale proportions, and even the inland, sheltered waterways were whipped into tumbling whitecaps.
“Shall I go straight to the unloading dock behind the hospital?” she asked.
“Against regulations. Nothing’s supposed to come ashore there but supplies.”
She was afraid Brad couldn’t walk to the hospital from any of the small landing docks farther east, but she decided he could wait in the boat while she went to their house for the car.
“It’ll probably be better to go ashore somewhere else anyhow,” she told him.