"Girl in here, injured.

Can you take her to the nearest town, at once?
She needs a doctor." Instantly the man was out of his car, and hastening toward Gabriel.
"Eh?
What ?" he asked.

"Anything serious ?" In a few words, Gabriel told him the outlines of the tale.
"The quicker you get the girl to a town, and let her have a doctor and communication with her family, the better," he concluded.
"Right! I'll do all in my power," said the other, a rather stout, well-to-do, vulgar-looking man.
"Good! This way, then!" The man followed Gabriel to the sugar-house.

They found the girl already on her feet, standing there a bit unsteadily, but with determination to be game, in every feature.
Five minutes later she was in the new-comer's car, which had been turned around and now was headed back toward Haverstraw.

The shawl and robe serving her as wraps, she was made comfortable in the tonneau.
"Think you can stand it, all right ?" asked Gabriel, as he took in his the hand she extended.