“Blow your horn and beat it, mister,” O’Neil sharply directed the driver of the car. “It’s getting to be a habit with you, I see,” he added maliciously to Impey. “The man in such a hurry too,” he murmured as he recognized the man on the front seat next the driver. Impey made a hasty recovery, and with his horn blowing, the car glided cautiously away, leaving the Americans to grapple with the situation. “It would have served him right if they had given him a sound beating,” Sydney cried indignantly a few moments later as they looked down upon the white face of the victim lying on a mat within a tiny store opposite the scene of the accident. “Has a doctor come?” he asked solicitously; but the Japanese addressed only shook his head, saying something in his own language which Sydney interpreted correctly to mean that he did not understand. “Why doesn’t some one get a doctor?” he exclaimed. The strain of helplessly watching the sufferer was becoming unbearable. “Are you a doctor?” he asked as a uniformed naval officer forced his way through the curious throng and knelt at the injured man’s side. With fascinated eyes the lads watched this grave little Japanese examine the injured man. They saw his nervous hands move quickly over the senseless form, resting momentarily here and there to make sure before passing on to other parts of the crushed victim’s body. Finally he rose to his feet while ready hands tenderly lifted the silent figure to carry him away. “He will not die; luckily the wheels did not pass over him. Only contusion of the head and a broken leg,” the little doctor said in studied English and with a very impressive professional smile, as he shook hands with the midshipmen. “I was in the navy department building, and came as soon as I was informed. He is an employee in one of the offices, and was out with a message.” The midshipmen followed the doctor into the hallway of the navy building, where the injured man had been taken. They were quickly surrounded by naval officers, asking for the story of the accident. Phil found himself talking to Lieutenant Takishima, while behind him stood Captain Inaba listening eagerly. There seemed to be much concern over the deplorable affair. Several officers went out hurriedly and soon returned, their faces grave, to make their report to Captain Inaba. What was the meaning of so much concern over the mishap to a mere employee? “Can I not give him something, poor man?” Phil inquired anxiously, producing his purse. “Of course, Mr. Impey will provide for him, but maybe a little money would aid his family.” He innocently attempted to put the bank-note into the victim’s pocket, but much to his surprise his arm was held tightly by Captain Inaba. A look into the naval man’s face convinced him that the attitude of those about them was not friendly. Did they then blame Sydney and him for the accident? Surely they could not be so unfair.