upon one elbow and looked at her; the
tiniest laugh shot the rapids of pain in
his eye. "My son said you had a whole
lot of 'pep'--same that's in your inventor-father,
I suppose, who wants to
bombard the moon! ... My son who 's
play-ing baseball now down on the Greylock
field--mountain's foot!" The
sufferer here appealed to Andrew. "If
you could--only--get him up here, I 'd
be all right! There's an auto at the nearest
farmhouse--maybe they 'd let you take
it. Any one--any one can point out
'Starry'"--in a lame rush of pride--
"player who made that home run--"

"Hadna I better bid him bring a doctor
along too--a stretcher as weel?" put
in the Scotchman dryly.

The victim nodded, looking at the
other's cap.

"You're a chauffeur," he pleaded;
"you'11 drive fast?"

"Aye, fegs! Fast as God and gaso-line
will let me!" answered Andrew
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