“Oh, you are camping here!” exclaimed the doctor.
“Not exactly,” Jerry explained. “We are making a trip, and we have a sleeping tent. My chum is in there with a friend.”
“Well, we’ll have a look at him.”
It was raining hard when the doctor and Jerry alighted, and the small tent was not the best place in the world wherein to make an examination. Andy had worked well, however, and had made Bob as comfortable as possible. The latter was on an improvised bed, with rubber blankets under him, and well covered. Fortunately the tent was waterproof.
The doctor bent over Bob.
“Has he showed any signs of consciousness since he received the hurt?” he asked.
“He moaned once or twice—that’s all,” answered Andy.
“Hum!” remarked the physician non-committally. “I’m afraid I can’t do anything for him here. He ought to be at the hotel. Do you think you can take him there in the auto?”
“We’ll have to,” said Jerry simply.