And this could be accomplished only by the pain and cold and torture of a barefoot trip.
Some way, by shifting the big frame of his unconscious partner now and then, Fairchild made the trip to the main road and veered toward the pumphouse of the Diamond J.mine, running as it often did without attendance while the engineer made a trip with the electric motor into the hill.

Cautiously he peered through the windows.

No one was there.
Beyond lay warmth and comfort--and a telephone.

Fairchild went within and placed Harry on the floor.

Then he reached for the 'phone and called the hospital.
"Hello!" he announced in a husky, disguised voice.