Chapter 25
Instantly the confusion that had reigned on the dock became worse. Men ran to and fro shouting, no one seeming to know what to do. "We must help him!" cried Captain Tantrella, shoving his papers into his pocket. "Come!" He and Larry fought their way to the man's side. A crowd surrounded him, but no one offered to do anything. The truck driver had dismounted from his high seat and was quieting his frightened horses. "It wasn't my fault," he cried. "He ran right under their feet." "One side!" exclaimed a loud voice, and a burly policeman shouldered his way through. "What's the matter? Give the man some air." Retto did not look as though he would ever need air again. He seemed quite dead. "Let me get at him!" called Captain Tantrella. "I know something of medicine." "Shall I call an am
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