“Get that stuff away from here!” he objected vigorously. “Where are we? Damn that radiator! Did we pile up?” The girl in the front seat of the car looked around, and Nick noticed with startled surprise that her face was bruised, and that she had a wide bandage around her forehead. “I’m so glad you weren’t hurt,” she said seriously. “And thank you so much for bringing Doctor Wilson out here.” Wilson introduced them. “This is the girl who got the word outside--she walked ten miles through that storm last night to get to a telephone!” “_Walked?_” Nick exclaimed. “Ten miles--in a storm like that one must have been?” “Shore she did,” the driver of the car volunteered. “It shore must ’a’ been a trial, too! She come right along this road, with the clouds a-pourin’ lightnin’ an’ rain an’ hell’s puppies! I tell you, it was a-stormin’ like sin, even when she got to my place at three o’clock this mornin’. I’m just now takin’ her back to Rock Springs--she don’t know yit what’s happened to her folks.” “My mother was visiting there,” Wilson explained soberly. “You didn’t hear of her did you--Mrs. Wilson?” “No, I didn’t hear about her,” Mary Collins admitted sympathetically. “But I wasn’t there long after it happened--I went home, and--and then I started right out.” The car labored up a slope, and thus out upon a hilltop, and they all looked down upon the desolation of Rock Springs, half a mile in front of them. Doctor Wilson had grown a little pale. The car pitched down the grade, the grizzled driver dodging debris as he wound his way into the town. * * * * * That night Nick went with Wilson to a consultation which the latter had with Doctor Collins. “Your mother?” the Patrol pilot asked, as they threaded their way along. He had not seen Wilson since they reached the town. “Went down to Uvalde the morning before the storm. Man, you know that’s a relief, to learn a thing like that!” They were silent, finding their way cautiously. Suddenly Wilson exclaimed: “You know, Wentworth, I can’t get over the bravery of that girl! Think of starting out in a storm like that! Just think of it! ” Nick rubbed his swollen jaw. “She got there, too!” he commented. “But the doctor she was going for almost didn’t. She ought to be glad she didn’t have to make it in an airplane!” [Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the August, 1929 issue of _Blue Book_ magazine.]