[CHAPTER XVII]
THE CELEBRATED DOCTOR
Jerry, Ned and Andy were on their feet together and in an instant. Together, also, they started for the place where poor Bob lay.
“That was a nasty fall,” declared Ned as he raced onward.
“A hard one,” agreed Jerry.
“Is he dead, do you think?” Andy asked. “Maybe his neck is broken—what’ll we do? Have to get a doctor—I’ll go—in the auto—poor Bob! I wonder if he got the lizard?”
“Dry—up!” ordered Ned, pausing between the two words, and the volatile Andy subsided.
Ned and Jerry leaned over their friend. He was unconscious, and, as Jerry lifted him, a trickle of blood ran from the back of his head.
“Oh, his skull is fractured!” cried Andy, who shuddered at the sight of the bright, crimson stream that spread over Jerry’s hand.