, no one seeming to know what to do.

"We must help him!" cried Captain Tantrella, shoving his papers into
his pocket. "Come!"

He and Larry fought their way to the man's side. A crowd surrounded
him, but no one offered to do anything. The truck driver had
dismounted from his high seat and was quieting his frightened
horses.

"It wasn't my fault," he cried. "He ran right under their feet."

"One side!" exclaimed a loud voice, and a burly policeman shouldered
his way through. "What's the matter? Give the man some air."

Retto did not look as though he would ever need air again. He seemed
quite dead.

"Let me get at him!" called Captain Tantrella. "I know something of
medicine."

"Shall I call an ambulance?" asked Larry of the police officer. "I
know how to do it."

The bluecoat nodded, glad to have help in the emergency. Then he
proceeded to keep the crowd back while the captain knelt down beside
the unfortunate man.

"Bad cut on the head," the commander of the _Turtle_ murmured.
"Fractured, I'm afraid. Leg broken, too. It's a wonder he wasn't
killed."

The captain accepted several coats which were hastily offered, and
made a pillow for the man's head. He arranged the broken leg so that
the bones would be in a better position for setting, and then, with
a sponge and a basin of water which were brought, proceeded to wipe
away the blood from the cut on Retto's skull.

The crowd increased and pressed closer, but by this time more
policemen had arrived, and they kept the throng back from the
sufferer, so that he might have air.

It seemed a long time before the ambulance, which Larry summoned,
made its arrival, but it was only a few minutes ere it clanged up to
the pier, the crowd parting to let it pass. In an instant the
white-suited surgeon had leaped out of the back of the vehicle
before it had stopped, and was kneeling beside Retto.

With deft fingers he felt of the wound on the man's head.

"Possible fracture," he said in a low voice. "Double one of the leg,
I'm afraid," as he glanced at that member. "Lend a hand, boys, and
we'll get him on the stretcher."

There were willing enough helpers, and Retto was soon in the
ambulance and on the way to the hospital, the doctor clinging to the
back of the swaying vehicle as it dashed through the streets, with
the right of way over everything on wheels.

"Here's news in bunches," thought Larry, as he saw the ambulance
disappearing around a corner. "I must t