“We must get him into a bunk,” Jerry decided.
They did so, removing most of his clothes. Then Jerry bathed the wound on the head. As the blood was washed away the lad saw that it was no ordinary cut.
“I’m afraid his skull is fractured,” said Jerry. “We’ll need the best doctor we can get.”
“Then we’d better take the boat, and ask that old hermit where one can be found,” suggested Ned. “Andy and I will go.”
“I guess that will be a good idea,” rejoined Jerry.
While the two were getting ready to set off, Jerry and Bob managed to get a little cold water between the professor’s lips. This appeared to have its effect, for the eyelids were lifted from the glassy orbs. And then a hoarse voice muttered:
“The papers—letters—a mistake—I have them. The yellow clay—I didn’t know—so valuable—sorry—Jerry—your mother—the papers—I can prove—they shouldn’t have the land—a fraud—I can give evidence—soon as—two-tailed lizard—I must have it—boys must think me—Oh—Oh!” and his voice ended in a shriek.
Jerry and his chums looked with startled eyes at one another. What did this disclosure mean?