Came the raucous wail of a siren. Then the engine-exhaust ceased; and a
voice, raised in some annoyance, hailed loudly through the maple-grove:
"Hello! Hello? What's wrong here?"
Gabriel stepped to the sugar-house door:
"Here! Come here!" he shouted in a ringing voice that echoed wildly from
between his hollowed palms.
As the motorist still sat there, uncomprehending, Gabriel made his way
toward the road.
"Accident here," said he. "Girl in here, injured. Can you take her to
the nearest town, at once? She needs a doctor."
Instantly the man was out of his car, and hastening toward Gabriel.
"Eh? What?" he asked. "Anything serious?"
In a few words, Gabriel told him the outlines of the tale.
"The quicker you get the girl to a town, and let her have a doctor and
communication with her family, the better," he concluded.
"Right! I'll do all in my power," said the other, a rather stout,
well-to-do, vulgar-looking man.
"Good! This way, then!"
The man followed Gabriel to the sugar-house.
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