“I might have known you’d come pounding along if I was in trouble. Levitt is badly hurt. He’s been unconscious ever since he dropped in the road. I can’t bring him back to his senses--but I haven’t been able to do much, being about half knocked out.” Matt went down on his knees, laid a hand over Levitt’s heart, and then felt of his pulse. “He’ll do, I think, Joe. Is he hurt anywhere else except in the head?” “I don’t think so. He was thrown headfirst against the tree there.” Matt lifted the bandage and surveyed the wound. The light was none too good, and he asked his chum to strike a match. “It may be a fracture of the skull,” said Matt, replacing the bandage. “We’ve got to get him into the hands of a doctor.” “Hempstead’s the nearest place, I reckon. It can’t be more than a mile from here.” “We’ll go there.” Riding on two seats, with an unconscious and wounded man to look after, was not going to be child’s play for Matt and McGlory--particularly as the cowboy was not in very good condition himself. Then, too, cramped as he was going to be, Matt would have to look after the runabout. That might be an easy matter, and it might not. It all depended on how the runabout was going to act. “Can you help me get him into the car, Joe?” asked Matt. “I’m not good for much, Matt,” was the response; “but I’ll do what I can.” “What’s the matter with you?” “Just shaken up, I reckon. I’ve had a good many falls, but never one like that before.” Matt, when Levitt was lifted, contrived to carry most of the burden. McGlory groaned when the limp form of Levitt was in the car, and grabbed at the car seat to support himself. “Something has happened to you, old chap, besides a mere shaking up,” averred Matt. “I guess I’ll have to leave you at Hempstead with Levitt.” “Nary, you don’t. I’ve got to get to that meeting.” Matt made no answer to this. It brought up a subject which he was not yet ready to discuss. “Get into the car, Joe,” said he. “Hold Levitt’s head up between your knees, if you can. I won’t be able to help support him--the car will take all my attention.” “If this infernal contraption goes off the jump again,” scowled McGlory, “it’s liable to do for all of us.” In a few moments they were loaded. The cowboy, braced in the seat, supported the upper half of Levitt’s body between his knees. This left Matt elbow room for running the car. The runabout started off cleverly enough, and Matt believed it would act well for the short trip to Hempstead. “How did the accident happen, Joe?” he asked, when they were well away.