“Jerry—Jerry,” he whispered in a faint voice. “I—I can’t say much—I don’t know all that happened—those scoundrels sent me up here to get me out of the way—I know now. But I have evidence against them. When I recover—tell it all. That land is yours. I will give evidence——”
“That will do now,” said Dr. Wright gently, and he motioned for the boys to go.
The sickly smell of ether filled the night air about the cabin. The door was closed, as the boys went down the trail. They did not want to stay too near, and there was nothing they could do. The operation had begun.
[CHAPTER XXX]
THE TWO-TAILED LIZARD
Seconds seemed stretched into minutes, and minutes into hours, as the boys waited. They spoke little, not even when they went down to look at the Scud. She was in shallow water, and could easily be pulled up on shore, and the leaky seams made tight.
“She lasted as long as we needed her,” remarked Jerry, simply.
It must have been two hours later, perhaps more, when Dr. Brown came out of the cabin. His clothes smelled of ether and iodoform as he greeted the boys, saying:
“It’s all over.”