"We must remove him to the village at once," he said. "Wrap him in that blanket so the air will not strike his wounds. I’ll attend to him as soon as we can get him to my house."
"Are his burns dangerous, doctor?" asked Dick Merriwell, speaking so that Zeb could not hear.
"Not necessarily so," was the answer, "though he’ll carry the marks for life if he recovers."
"Poor fellow!" said Dick, once more. "I’m sorry for him!"
Then it was that Professor Gunn put an arm across Dick’s shoulders and gave the boy a genuine embrace of affection.
"I want you to forgive me!" he said earnestly.
"You?" gasped Dick. "What for?"
"For being an old fool!" said the professor. "I’ll explain later."
CHAPTER XI.
A BOY’S REVENGE.
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