When he could think of no further effort to make he drove to the hospital.
Doctor Carey was not in his office, and the Harvester sat in the revolving chair before the desk and gripped his head between his hands as he tried to think.

He could not remember anything more he could have done, but since what he had done only ended in failure, he was reproaching himself wildly that he had taken his eyes from the Girl an instant after recognizing her.

Yet it was in his blood to be decent and he could not have run away and left a frightened woman and a hurt child.
Trusting to his fleet feet and strength he had taken time to replace the box also, and then had met the crowd and delay.

Just for the instant it appeared to him as if he had done all a man could, and he had not found her.

If he allowed her to return to Chicago, probably he never would.