“It’s cold—the water—Oh! The gasolene tank! It will explode! I can’t get away now! I must jump!”
He raised himself in bed, but the doctor gently pressed him back.
“There, there now,” spoke the physician soothingly. “You are all right. Don’t worry. You’ll be all right.”
“He’s going to live,” said Andy softly.
Once more the tired eyes closed, and then opened again.
“Where—where am I?” asked the lad wildly.
He looked about the room in amazement, and once more tried to get out of bed, but was restrained.
“You’re with friends,” said Mrs. Racer softly. “You will be well taken care of.”
“What—what place is this?” gasped the lad.
“Harbor View,” replied Frank promptly. “Who are you?”