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Page 46
But, as Tom had said, the lights from his electric runabout
would give a brilliant illumination, and these he now directed
toward the clump of trees whence the cry for help had seemed to
come.
"Doesn't appear to have been visited by any one since we were
here," remarked Torn, as he observed the marks of the new
automobile tire in the dust. "Now we'll look about more
carefully."
This they did, but they were about to give up in despair and
start for the nearest telephone to call up the hospitals, when
Mr. Damon gave an exclamation.
"What is it?" asked Tom.
"Something bright and shining!" said his companion. "I saw it
gleam in the light of the lamps. You nearly put your foot on it,
Tom. Just step back a moment."
Tom did so, and the eccentric man, with another exclamation,
this time of satisfaction, reached down and picked something up
from the dusty road.
"It's a watch!" he exclaimed. "A gold watch! And it's been
stepped on, evidently, or run over by an auto. Not much damaged,
but the case is a bit bent and scratched. It's stopped, too!" he
added as he held it to his ear.
"What time does it show?" asked Tom.
"Eight forty-seven," answered Mr. Damon, as he consulted the
dial. "Why, Tom, that was just about when we heard the cries for
help!"
"Yes, it must have been. Let me see that watch."
No sooner had the young inventor taken the timepiece into his
hands than he, too, uttered a cry of amazement.
"Do you recognize it?" asked Mr. Damon, in great excitement.
"It's Mr. Nestor's watch!" cried Tom. "He must have fallen
here, and been hurt. It was Mr. Nestor who cried for help, and
who was taken away by the autoists. They've probably taken him to
some hospital. There's been an accident all right."
Tom and Mr. Damon were of one mind now in thinking that Mr.
Nestor had met with some mishap on the road--an automobile
accident most likely--and that he was the person who had called
for help.
"If they had only answered when we hallooed at them," said Tom,
"we wouldn't be in all this stew now. We could have told the
strangers who came to his aid who he was, and we might even have
taken him to the hospital in the airship."
"Well, it's too late to think of that now," returned Mr. Damon.
"We had better get into communication with him as soon as we can,
and then send word to his wife and daughter. I hope he isn't
badly hurt."
Tom hoped so, too, with all his heart.
There was nothing to do but to get back in the runabout and
make all speed for the nearest telephone, and Tom Swift lost
little time in doing this. They found a drug store which was open
a little later than usual, and at once Tom went into the booth
and called up the Shopton hospital. He was well known there, as
he and his father were liberal supporters of the institution,
which was a private affair. Many of Tom's men were treated at the
dispensary, and, as accidents were of more or less frequent
occurrence at the works, the young inventor had frequent
occasions to call up the place.
"Mr. Nestor would ask to be taken there, as it's nearest his
home--that is, if he was able to speak," Tom said to Mr. Damon,
who agreed with him. There was a little delay in getting the
hospital on the wire, but when Tom had it, and was talking to the
superintendent, he was rather surprised, to tell the truth, to be
told that Mr. Nestor had not been brought in.
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