Then, through the trees Dick & Co.

saw an automobile halt down at the side of the road.

A tall, stout man, who looked to be about sixty-five years old, but who displayed the strength and speed of a young man, leaped from the car, followed by the tramp messenger.
"Mr.Prescott ?" called the big stranger.
"Yes, sir," bowed Dick.
"Dr.Hewitt.

Let me see your patient." For some minutes the physician bent over the peddler, examining and questioning the old man, who answered with effort.
"I must get Hinman to a hospital some miles from here," the physician explained, aside, to Dick.

"The poor old man is going to have pneumonia, and he'd die without hospital care.