“Keep still,” ordered Frank, sharply. “It’s useless to get so excited. From the looks, I do not believe this wound is serious, although it is bleeding profusely. I want this hood.”
He took it from Dyke’s head and tore it into strips. Then, with skill that set those who watched him wondering, he bound up the wound, aided by the big fellow.
“There,” said Frank, “that will stop the bleeding in a measure; but you must get to the nearest doctor as soon as you can, and have the cut properly treated.”
“Come,” said the big whitecap, touching Frank’s arm.
But Merry waited till he had seen Dyke assisted to his feet.
“I can’t walk!” whined the fellow.
“It is walk or bleed to death, and you have your choice,” said Frank.
It was wonderful how soon Dyke was able to walk.
As Frank and the companion who had befriended him were leaving, one of the other whitecaps spoke to their companion.