The driver soon had the two boards in position. They formed a narrow and not very steady temporary bridge over where the black water showed below the missing span.
“Can you walk across, doctor?” inquired Jerry.
“I guess so, my head is pretty steady,” was the reply.
“Then cross, and I’ll follow with my machine,” said the boy.
It took the doctor but a few seconds to cross the planks, carrying his medicine case. Then Jerry, pushing his machine on one plank, and walking on the other, joined the physician.
“Tell your driver to come back for you in about two hours,” suggested Jerry. “If the lady is going to get better I guess you can safely leave by that time.”
“Well, you seem to have the matter all planned,” said the doctor smiling, as he called the order to his driver. “But still I don’t see how I am to get to Mrs. Johnson’s unless I walk.”
“You’re going on my motor cycle,” said Jerry. “You can stand on the back step, and hold on to me. This machine will carry two.”
“All right,” agreed the physician. “I must take the risk, I guess.”