“Oh, no, indeed! Not until morning,” was her quick answer. “He needs rest and quiet. He had a bad fall, but not a serious one. He will be lame and sore for a day or two. I’ll look after him.”
“Tell him we’re here, so he won’t worry,” suggested Jerry, and the nurse promised.
“Well, boys, it isn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” said Dr. Wright a little later, when he had laid aside his sick-room habiliments, and joined them in the lobby. “It’s only a big cut. Let me see, I don’t believe you told me who he is.”
“His name is Bob Baker,” said Jerry, “and if you will send your bill to his father I know——”
“Tut! Tut!” interrupted the physician with a laugh. “This is no time to talk about bills. I am only too glad that I was able to serve you in the emergency. Any doctor would be. I was getting a bit out of practice, anyhow. I haven’t had a patient in nearly a week,” and he laughed genially.
Miss Payson remained with Bob all night, though he needed little attention, for he slept heavily. In the morning he was much improved; but Dr. Wright said he must not be moved for at least two days, or until all danger of brain concussion was passed.
“Did I get that lizard?” asked the stout lad when, in due time, he was allowed to sit up in bed and receive his chums.
“We didn’t stop to look,” replied Jerry, with a laugh.
“Too bad,” said Bob slowly. “It might have been just what Professor Snodgrass was looking for. I say, how long before we’re going on with the trip?”
“Oh, you’ll soon be able to travel,” said Miss Payson with a smile. “You boys are the most wonderful creatures in the world. You get knocks that would almost kill a grown person, and you come up smiling every time. I wish I were a boy.”