CHAPTER IX

TIMELY AID


When the Wolf, holding fast to Asa's shoulder, slipped into the
shadows of the Park, Beany raced across the asphalt drive and
knelt beside the little Weasel. He lay a crumpled, limp heap,
and at first Beany thought him dead. There was a faint flutter,
however, as Beany felt his heart, and, turning him gently over,
Beany opened his shirt and uncovered the vicious looking wound
where the Wolf's dagger point had entered.

Across the square, an auto stopped, and a familiar figure jumped
out and looked around. Beany joyfully recognized his friend the
Sergeant. He knew that they were hidden by the gateway post so
he whistled. Hen came running toward him.

"Who's this?" he demanded.

"One of them," said Beany. He looked anxiously at the Weasel's
ashen face. "The Wolf stabbed him. We have got to get him to a
hospital."

"I'll get the car," said Hen, and was off like a flash.

They lifted the Weasel into the car and laid him back on the
cushions; the boys rolled up the rugs, and their coats to prop