“Yes, Dr. Wright is here,” was the slow answer, “but I don’t know that he will see you. He is——”
“Oh, yes, he’ll see us,” said Jerry confidently. “Don’t you remember us? We were here before. This is Bob Baker, whom Dr. Wright treated, and——”
“Oh, yes. Of course! Now I know you. I didn’t at first because you——”
“No apologies necessary,” interrupted Jerry.
Dr. Wright had evidently not forgotten the motor boys, for he came down at once on receipt of the message.
“Why, Jerry!” he exclaimed, and then he drew back in surprise at the sight of his visitor.
Jerry plunged into the story of the professor’s accident. He made it as clear as he could, but it was rather an incoherent story, for all that. Bob put in a word now and then.
“But do I understand you want me to travel with you away up into the wilderness of the mountains—to a lonely hut, and there perform a delicate operation on Professor Snodgrass?” asked Dr. Wright, slowly.
“That’s it,” said Jerry.
“Go with you in your automobile and motor boat?”