The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-05-08
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was bending over her. He had a round face and wore spectacles. !
 "Do you think" he was saying
 "that if I hold you you can stand?'
 Gypsy moved and a twinge soi pain shot through her left foot. She discovered that she was lying on the ground. A mans coat was under her and her clothing was half drenched. The rain was still falling.
 "What--what happened?" she asked in a small voice.
 Another car crashed into yours. How do you feel now?" | "My foot hurts" Gypsy told him. "The left one." She tried to draw herself up to sitting position but the movement brought quick ex- clamation of pain.
 "Here-let me take your arm,'' the man said. "See if we can't make it easier. Are you ready now?"
 Gently he lifted her. The left foot ached but Gypsy set her lips and endured it. Her shoulder pained her too. She looked down and saw that her arm was bleeding. That's nothing" the stranger said, noting her glance. ''just a scratch. Pretty badly jolted aren't you? Don't try to stand on that foot! Lean against me-" The girl did as she was told. Her entire body seemed to be mass of aches and bruises. She was cold. Now she was beginning to remem- Der what had happened. The brown coupe sprawled in the ditch at the side of the road. A few yards back stood a large tour I ing car.
 "Where is Mir Gibson?'' she asked. Was he-hurt?"
 The man nodded towards a figure Lat the other side of the coupe. I"Your friend seems to be knocked out" he said.. If we can get you into my car I'll see what l can do-"
 Cautiously, leaning on the stran- gers arm, Gypsy limped toward the touring car. There were questions she wanted to ask but it was all the girl could do to set her teeth end endure the agony. Think we'd better get yousto a doctor," the man said as he noted lthe grimace when she settled her. self in the rear seat of the touring car. That foot pains lot, doesn't | it?"
 She nodded. You'd better-go l back to-Mr Gibson" A tall figure in clothing that had once been white came hobbling to- l ward them. The stranger turned. | s"WeIll You look all right. I fthought you'd taken the countH Gibson rubbed his head. What | Al In n n | he grumbled. kill us? Where's his car?,h &r
 The stranger shook his head. "The other fellow didn't even stop" he said. Must have been drunk judging from the way he was driv- ing. was behind and saw him weaving from one side of the road Ito the other. Crash must have come lNherf was on the other side of the I hill. I didn't see it. When l, got here the other car was way down ttne road and yours was in the ditch.''
 .Roadster, wasn't it?" Gibson asked. II didn't have chance He burst into vigorous profanity.
 "My names Mason" the other man volunteered. Fred Mason. live in Somerset. The young lady seems to have hurt her foot badly and think she ought to get to a \ jdoctoE ,. @egss, -'--.r.-:ss I Are you hurt, Mrs Wallace? ?' Gibson demanded, for the first time showing interest in the girl.
 "It's my ankle. The left one.'' she told him. otherwise I guess I'm all right"
 You'd better let me take you 1.-two into Forest City," Mason sug- l gested. "You'n have to have help with that car anyhow. Looks to me like bad smashup."
 Looks like a wreck all right Gibson agreed. I'm Frank Gibson, MT Mason, and this is Mrs Wal lace. If you could take her back to town and let me off at the nearest farm house it would certainly be a big favor. can telephone the ga- rage and get someone out here be- fore dark"
 Mason nodded. 70. K. with me" :" he said, The two men climbed into the front seat of the touring car and Mason started the engine. In