"Oh, Dee! Is it bad?"
"Yes. I think so. They're bringing him here."
"I'll be right over."
Pat made a dash for her runabout. When she reached the James house there were two cars in the driveway, Dr. Osterhout's and a large touring car strange to her. There was blood on the steps which Pat mounted.
"Is he killed?" she asked, chokingly, of a maid who was hurrying through the hall.
"No'm," said the girl. "I don't think so." Then added in awe-stricken tones: "He was swearin' somethin' awful when they brung him in. The poo-er man!"
Pat followed her to the front room. Dr. Osterhout's head was thrust out, at her knock.
"What can I do, Bobs?" she asked.
He nodded, approving the steadiness of her voice and control. "Locate a trained nurse and bring her here."