Well, he might as well
race the issue now as later.
"I've been thinking of that," he told Mr. Damon. "It might have
been Mary's father calling for help."
"But we looked, Tom, near the trees, and couldn't discover
anything. If he had been calling for help--"
Mr. Damon did not finish.
"He may have fallen from his wheel and been hurt," said Tom, as
he turned the electric runabout into the highway that Mr. Nestor
would, most likely, have taken on his way from Shopton. "Then be
may have called for help, and some autoists, passing, may have
heard and taken him away."
"Yes, but where, Tom? Whoever called for help was taken away,
that's sure. But where?"
"To some hospital, I suppose."
"Then hadn't we better inquire there? There are only two
hospitals of any account around here. The one in Shopton and the
one in Waterfield. My wife is on the board of Lady Managers
there. We could call that hospital up and--"
"We'll look along the road first," said Tom. "If we begin to
make inquiries at the hospitals there will be a lot of questions
asked, and a general alarm may be sent out.
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