“Yes.”
“I might have known you’d come pounding along if I was in trouble. Levitt is badly hurt. He’s been unconscious ever since he dropped in the road. I can’t bring him back to his senses—but I haven’t been able to do much, being about half knocked out.”
Matt went down on his knees, laid a hand over Levitt’s heart, and then felt of his pulse.
“He’ll do, I think, Joe. Is he hurt anywhere else except in the head?”
“I don’t think so. He was thrown headfirst against the tree there.”
Matt lifted the bandage and surveyed the wound. The light was none too good, and he asked his chum to strike a match.
“It may be a fracture of the skull,” said Matt, replacing the bandage. “We’ve got to get him into the hands of a doctor.”
“Hempstead’s the nearest place, I reckon. It can’t be more than a mile from here.”
“We’ll go there.”