“Oh, well, it doesn’t so much matter,” said the nurse, genially. “As long as we have taken the case we will see it through. That’s Dr. Wright’s way.”
“Is it—is it serious?” asked Andy.
“Oh, not at all. You boys can stand harder bumps on the head than you imagine. If concussion doesn’t develop your friend will be up and about in a few days.”
“That’s good,” returned Jerry, for though there was no special need for haste, still he wanted to get in touch with Professor Snodgrass as soon as possible.
“Now I must go back,” said the nurse. “I just came down to relieve your anxiety.”
“Thank you,” rejoined Jerry.
“Say, you fellows are in luck,” the clerk informed them when Miss Payson was gone. “You’ve got a combination, in that nurse and doctor, that many a millionaire would be glad to have.”
“Yes?” questioned Ned.
“Surest thing you know,” went on the hotel man. “Dr. Wright is a specialist whom even European physicians are glad to consult.”
“Well, as long as we had to have someone, it might as well be the best,” said Jerry. “Bob’s father can afford it, at any rate.”