"Doesn't appear to have been visited by any one since we were
here," remarked Torn, as he observed the marks of the new
automobile tire in the dust. "Now we'll look about more
carefully."
This they did, but they were about to give up in despair and
start for the nearest telephone to call up the hospitals, when
Mr. Damon gave an exclamation.
"What is it?" asked Tom.
"Something bright and shining!" said his companion. "I saw it
gleam in the light of the lamps. You nearly put your foot on it,
Tom. Just step back a moment."
Tom did so, and the eccentric man, with another exclamation,
this time of satisfaction, reached down and picked something up
from the dusty road.
"It's a watch!" he exclaimed. "A gold watch! And it's been
stepped on, evidently, or run over by an auto. Not much damaged,
but the case is a bit bent and scratched. It's stopped, too!" he
added as he held it to his ear.
"What time does it show?" asked Tom.
"Eight forty-seven," answered Mr. Damon, as he consulted the
dial. "Why, Tom, that was just about when we heard the cries for
help!"
"Yes, it must have been.
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