oked around quickly, then regarded each other.

"Beginning to suffer," said the parent. "It's a wonder there's a whole
bone in his body. I hope the doctor is down below waiting for us."

This proved to be the case when about ten o'clock Johnson drove his
worn-out team into his dooryard. Weir's car was there and with it the
engineer himself and a young medical practitioner. Climbing up into
the wagon, the doctor made a hasty examination of the patient.

"Hips broken. Slight concussion of the skull, but not dangerous," was
his opinion. "I shall not be able to tell the full seriousness of his
injuries until I have him stripped on a table or bed. Probably there
are other broken bones,--ribs or something. We must get him down to
Bowenville as quickly as possible, for his is a bad case. But I guess
if he has pulled through so far he'll recover. If you'll drive your
wagon down to the mouth of the canyon, we'll transfer him to my car,
which is double seated, and then you can accompany me to town; Mr.
Weir says you are willing to go along and help. I'll send you back
from Bowenville."

"Yes, I'll go along. Mary will ride down with us and bring back the
team and wagon."

"Strange what he was doing up there in the mountains with an
automobile alone," the doctor remarked.

"Oh, he might have wanted a day's fishing, or was taking a look at
cattle or range, something like that," Johnson stated.

"Mr. Weir said a sheepherder found him. Wasn't that it, sir?"

The engineer turned to the rancher.

"Wasn't that the way of it?"

"Yes. Showed up here late and said he had found the man and carried
him into the cabin. Said his wrecked car was still burning, so the
accident couldn't have occurred very long previous. Said we ought to
bring him down immediately as he was badly hurt. So I sent word to Dr.
Hosmer, and my girl and I set off at once, the sheepherder going back
with us. Said he just happened to be looking for a stray sheep or he
would never have come on this man, as he was heading his band for a
pass to get over on the west side of the range. S'pose we'll never see
him again."

"Do you know who this man is?"

"His face seems sort of familiar," Johnson replied, scratching his
chin. "But he looks like a city chap, by his clothes, what's left of
them. No papers or anything on him to tell his name. Might have come
over the pass himself from the other side; men go everywhere in these
hill-climbing cars they make nowadays."