"I can examine you better when I have you at your
summer home and handy to your bed. Can you get into the car?"
"I can use my arms to draw myself up," Dick answered.
"Then let me see how well you can do it," urged the young physician,
stepping back to watch Prescott, yet ready to assist him if necessary.
Dick got himself into the tonneau of the car, after some painful
effort.
"Doc, you'll take the boys back to their camp, won't you?" called
Simmons.
"Certainly."
"And remember, Prescott," called Simmons, "you've been aiding
the county to-night, and the county will pay Doctor Cutting's bill."
Valden and Simmons exchanged some words in an undertone, after
which the latter deputy came over to where Prescott sat.
"Valden tells me you have been interfering between him and Tag
Mosher," began the officer. "How was it?"
Dick gave a quick, truthful account of his interference.
"You did right, Prescott," agreed Simmons, gripping the boy's
hand. "Remember that any citizen has a right to interfere when
he sees a prisoner being abused. Valden is a good fellow at bottom,
and he's a brave fighter in time of real trouble. But he's just
like a lot of other policemen who feel that they have to get all
the evidence in a case.
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