"It would be simply awful if it should prove that he was dead!" exclaimed Rowe, with a groan.
"He isn't dead," said one of the others; "we'll fetch him around——"
At this moment the student who had gone for a doctor burst into the room bringing the physician with him.
The doctor laid a case of instruments upon the table as he passed and bent over the bed where Frank lay. At that moment Frank opened his eyes and, seeing a strange face above him, said in a surprised tone:
"Hello, what do you want?"
"Humph!" muttered the doctor, "I thought I was going to have a fine chance to set broken limbs or do some other clever job in surgery. I guess you've cut me out of an operation, young man."
"Hey?" said Frank, trying to sit up.
His bones ached and he gave up the attempt.
"What's the matter, anyway?" he asked.
"How do you feel, Merriwell?" asked Rowe, anxiously.