"This is Jeb Gresham of Georgeville.

I 've just found a man lying by the side of the Diamond J.pumphouse, unconscious, with a big cut in his head.

I 've brought him inside.

You 'll find him there; I 've got to go on.
Looks like he 's liable to die unless you can send the ambulance for him." "We 'll make it a rush trip," came the answer, and Fairchild hung up the 'phone, to rub his half-frozen, aching feet a moment, then to reclothe them in the socks and shoes, watching the entrance of the Diamond J.tunnel as he did so.

A long minute--then he left the pumphouse, made a few tracks in the snow around the entrance, and walked swiftly down the road.