At this moment Collingwood came up, accompanied by a gentleman who carried a case in his hand.
"Here, Merry, old boy," cried the captain of the crew, "I've brought a doctor to look after that hand of yours."
"What is the matter with your hand?" asked Winnie, anxiously.
"Oh, nothing much," assured Frank, carelessly.
"Nothing much, only there is a bad felon on it," said Collingwood.
"A felon? And you rowed with a felon on your hand? Oh, Frank!"
Winnie looked at him with added admiration showing in her eyes.
"That's what he did," nodded Collingwood. "It was the greatest display of grit I've ever seen. Do you wonder he flopped over in a dead faint when we crossed the line at the finish?"
The doctor looked at Frank's hand, which was now
badly inflamed. After a thorough examination the physician glanced up at Frank and observed: