callousness.

"Never mind them now," advised Tom. "Let's see if this poor fellow is
badly hurt. He may even be----"

He did not finish the sentence, but Jack knew what he meant. Hastily
the boys scrambled down the low bank that separated the field from the
road. They ran quickly to the man's side. To their great relief, for
they had feared that he might have been killed, the man was breathing.
But his breath came pantingly from his parted lips and there was a bad
cut on his forehead.

"Get some water from the creek yonder," said Jack, and Tom hastened up
the road to where, beneath the small wooden bridge, there flowed a
rivulet of water.

He was soon back, with his handkerchief well soaked, and with an old
can, that he had been lucky enough to find, filled with water. They
bathed the man's wound and then bound it up as best they could. But he
still lay senseless.

"Now what's to be done?" asked Tom.

"We ought to get him over to the Wondership and rush him to the
hospital at Nestorville," said Jack.

"Yes, that would be the thing to do. But he's too heavy for us to
carry," objected Tom.

"Why not fly over here alongside him. I guess we could lift him in;