Don't wait. Do you understand?"

"Yes, all right. We'll go to meet Syd now. Shall we send the doctor,
too?"

Roy thought a minute.

"Yes. I think you'd better," he called down.

"I told them to send the doctor to your house," he reported to Mr.
Tyler. He half expected the latter to raise a protest, but he didn't.

"All right," he said feebly. "He'll do for one of the witnesses. Now."

Roy bent down so that the old man might lean on his shoulder. He put
one arm about his back to steady him, and thus supported he was able
to move slowly along the cinder path beside the track.

"What did you attempt to walk across the trestle for, Mr. Tyler?"
asked Roy.

"I made up my mind suddenly to go to town," was the answer. "There
wasn't time to go around by the turnpike. I thought I could get across
before the train came. I've seen boys go over it."

"But you're not a boy," rejoined Roy, with a smile.

"No. I'm not a boy," and Roy could feel a shudder pass through the arm
that was resting on his shoulder.