It doesn't pay to doubt God; it really
doesn't!"
CHAPTER XXXVI
Pat was out with the ambulance. He had been taking a convalescent from
the hospital down to the station and shipping him home to his good old
mother in the country, to be nursed back to health. Pat often did little
things like that that were utterly out of his province, just because he
liked to do them.
Pat had seen his patient off and was threading his way through a crowded
thoroughfare, with eyes alert for everything, when a little bright-red
racer passed him at a furious rate, driven by a woman with a reckless
hand. She shot by the ambulance like a rocket, and at the next corner
came face to face with a great motor-truck that was thundering around
the corner at a tempestuous speed. From the first glance there was no
chance for the racer. It crumpled like a thing of paper and lay in
bright splinters on the street, the lady tossed aside and motionless,
with her head against the curbing.
The crowd closed in about her, and some one sent a call for the police.
The crowd opened again as an officer signed to the ambulance to stand
by, and kindly hands put the lady inside. Pat put on all speed to the
home hospital, which was not far away, and was soon within its gates,
with the house doctor and a nurse rushing out in answer to his signal.
There was a light in the church close at hand, although it was not yet
dark. Bonnie was playing softly on the organ.
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