None too gently the policeman hustled Colonel Billings out of the door. Hardly had they left when McGlory staggered, tossed his hands, and fell heavily into Matt’s arms.
Instantly there was a flurry of excitement in the office, Griggs, McCormick, and the others all hurrying forward to be of what assistance they could.
[CHAPTER XVI.
LOST—A FORTUNE.]
Joe McGlory drifted back to conscience amid surroundings that were entirely new to him. He was in a white iron bed. On one side of the bed stood a woman in a white cap and apron, and on the other side was a man in black. Over the foot of the bed leaned Matt, his anxious face clearing a little as McGlory opened his eyes.
“Ah!” murmured the doctor.
“Where am I?” inquired the cowboy.
“In the emergency ward of the City Hospital,” answered the doctor.
“I’ve got about as much right here as a maverick steer in a watermelon patch. Sufferin’ sister, what a jolt!”
A smile sneaked over the doctor’s face. The nurse turned her head. Matt laughed, highly delighted.