They made an improvised stretcher, and carried Bob through the rain to the car. He was propped up in the tonneau, and then, the tent being struck, Jerry, Andy and Ned, with the physician, took their places in the car.
Jerry drove more slowly on the return trip, but it was made in good time, and without accident. Bob was still unconscious when carried into the hotel, and taken to a room that was hastily prepared for him. The doctor took charge of matters now, and, somewhat to Jerry’s surprise, the lady he had seen with the doctor appeared in the garb of a trained nurse.
“You fellows are in luck,” remarked the hotel clerk, while Ned, Andy and Jerry were waiting in the corridor for the result of the doctor’s examination.
“I should say so!” agreed Jerry. “A doctor and a trained nurse located at the same time. Is she the doctor’s nurse?”
“Yes, his head one, I believe. You know who Dr. Wright is; don’t you?”
“Can’t say I do,” replied Jerry.
“Why, he’s the greatest surgeon on brain diseases and head injuries in the country!” exclaimed the admiring clerk. “He’s an authority, and so much in demand that he can charge anything he pleases. He gets anywhere from one to ten thousand dollars for an operation.”