Then he called up the garage from which the auto
had been hired; this address being supplied by the chauffeur.
Then, accompanied by the man of the house, young Benson hurried back to
the scene of the wreck. The submarine captain found that he had at
least been so bruised and shaken up that speed on his feet hurt.
The first to arrive, of those summoned, was the owner of the garage in
Colfax. He came in a large car, burning gasoline fast.
"I'm Graves, from the garage," he introduced himself, shutting off power
and leaping out. "Jove, what a smash this is!"
Until two doctors and several men arrived Graves devoted himself to
helping make the injured victims as comfortable as possible.
When the doctors and helpers appeared on the scene Graves soon called
Jack Benson aside.
"There's something about this affair that must be investigated," declared
the garage man, in an undertone. "The cars that I keep are all of one
make, and there are no stauncher, safer cars made in the world. No such
accident has ever before happened to one of my cars.
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