"Say, why don't one of youse boys come and tell this yarn? I can
see where I'm the goat!"
"Never mind!" cried Porky. "We'll be along some time or other,
and bail you out."
Hen's mouth thinned down to a straight line as he started the
car.
"Not too fast!" said Porky. "It is not far." He repeated the
street and number. Hen made a quick turn and glided smoothly
across a side street. Beany, looking behind, saw Jim Morris
give a look after them, then start his car and dash off, the
insensible figure of the Weasel swaying on the back seat.
He drove to the nearest hospital without the loss of a single
moment's time. Round the monstrous building, with it's spreading
maze of pavilions, he went through a court, and stopped at a
doorway which opened directly on a large elevator.
He pressed a button, and a white-clad attendant appeared.
"Drunk?" he asked.
"Stuck!" said Jim briefly.
"Stabbed?" asked the attendant.
"'S what I said," retorted Jim, and almost before he could
realize it, the unconscious Weasel, the attendant and himself
were being smoothly carried to the emergency ward, far above.
The attendant motioned to Jim, and they went silently into an
office where another man, also in while, sat at a desk, and took
down in a big book the circumstances of the Weasel's arrival.
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