It was past midnight when he swung off his now meek and wet-sided horse, cast down the bridle rein, and went in search of Doctor Barnes.
The latter met his caller with the point of an electric torch at the door.
"Oh, it's you, Gage ?" said he.

"Come in." Sim Gage entered and seated himself, his hurt leg stiffly before him on the floor.

Briefly as he could, he told the reason of his errand and the reason for his delay.
"Leave your horse here," said Doctor Barnes, already preparing for his journey.

"We'll take my car." A half hour later the two were again en route.

The head light of the car, swinging from side to side around the steep and unprotected curves of the mountain slopes, showed the rude passageway, in places risky enough at that hour and that speed.