"Can I go to the hospital with you?" he asked, when they were about to take Tom away.
"If you wish, Mr. Rover," said the ambulance doctor. "Hop up on the seat with the driver." And Dick did so.
It was a drive of several miles and during that time Dick said but little. Once Tom roused up, to murmur something about his head, but that was all.
As soon as the hospital was reached, Tom was placed in a private room, Dick asking for such accommodations.
"Do your best for my brother," said he, to those in attendance. "Don't let money stand in the way. I'll see that all bills are paid."
"We'll have the best doctor we can get for your brother," answered the physician in attendance, and then he sent for a specialist.
After that there was nothing to do but to wait. Dick went down to the office and called up the Outlook Hotel in New York by telephone. He found that Sam had just arrived there with his father, and told his younger brother of what had occurred.
"Don't worry father too much about it," said he. "Maybe it will all come out right in the end—anyway I hope so." And, then he told Sam to get the police to watch the offices of Pelter,
