“No; he’s breathing,” answered Jerry, as he bent over the man on the rocks. “Get me some water in your cap, Ned. I’ll try to bring him to.”
CHAPTER XXII.
DE VERE’S STORY
Ned ran down to the shore, slipping and stumbling over the rocks, and once falling and bruising himself considerably. But he did not mind this. He wanted to get the water, for it might save the man’s life. It looked as if some crime had been attempted, and evidence pointed to Blowitz.
Making as quick progress on the return trip as the carrying of a cap full of sea water would permit, Ned held it so Jerry could sprinkle some drops on the man’s face. He stirred and seemed to be murmuring something.
“We ought to have some fresh water for him to drink,” said Bob. “I’ll get some from the cooler on the boat.”
Off he hurried, returning presently with a pitcherful of fresh water and a glass, and with this the man was given a drink, when Jerry held up his head.
The water seemed the very thing needed for the sufferer, as they could see by the light of the lantern, opened his eyes, and gazed wonderingly about him.
“What—where am I?” he asked, in a hoarse whisper.
“You’re at the foot of the rocks—on the cliff near the ocean,” said Jerry. “You had a fall. Are you badly hurt?”
The man groaned in reply. Then an angry, light shone in his eyes.