[CHAPTER XXV]
OFF FOR HELP
Professor Snodgrass lay quiet after his outburst. He fell back on the cot, from which he had raised himself, and his relaxed features took on a paler hue.
“Some more of that ammonia!” cried Jerry, for they had been trying to rouse the scientist by doses of that valuable stimulant. A little was forced between his lips, but it availed only for a moment, and then he sank back into a coma.
“Something must be done!” declared Bob.
“Yes, and pretty soon, too,” added Ned. He looked at Jerry for a solution of the problem.
“We’ll have to go for help,” responded the tall lad. “We can’t possibly treat him ourselves. There must be a doctor somewhere around.”
“If we only had Dr. Wright!” sighed Bob.
“Well, we haven’t got him, and can’t get him,” observed Jerry. “We’ll have to do the best we can. Now, then, let’s consider what it is.”
“I wonder what he meant by all that talk?” ventured Andy. “It sure did sound mighty queer.”