“Come on, Bob!” exclaimed Jerry, grimly. “This is a race to save a life!”
[CHAPTER XXVII]
THE BROKEN SPRING
Away from the small dock shot the motor boat. Jerry and Bob had called on the hermit, at the request of Dr. Brown, to leave word about the physician’s horse. Dr. Brown had also written a note to a fellow practitioner, asking him to take charge of the patients, who, otherwise, would be left without medical attention.
“And now for a fast run!” exclaimed Jerry, as he stood at the wheel. “Is everything ready for to-night, Bob?”
“Yes, I’ve got the grub all laid out, and I’ll make a pot of coffee and put it in the vacuum bottle to keep hot. I’ll have some sandwiches, and——”
“Say, do you think I mean nothing but grub?” cried Jerry, but he could not help smiling at his chum.
“Well, we’ve got to eat; haven’t we?”
“Sure! But what I meant was to have some extra oil in readiness, a spare spark plug or two, and things like that. We’re going to run all night, you know, and it won’t be so easy to pick things up in the dark, even if we are pretty well lighted up aboard here.”