"Don't be alarmed, Ruth, I just had a little accident in the woods and broke my arm. Otherwise I'm fit as a fiddle. Now don't worry, and hold the door open for these young men to carry me in and then run over and get Dr. Mills."
Once in the house, Mr. Everett was laid on a couch and made as comfortable as possible for the time being.
"This is my granddaughter, Ruth," he told the boys. "In the excitement of the day, I quite forgot to ask your names, so you will have to introduce yourselves to her."
This Garry, acting as master of ceremonies, did, and then the girl hastened after the doctor. She returned with him in a few minutes, and the physician promptly began his examination.
He confirmed Garry's finding that the leg was not broken, and complimented him on his neat job of putting on the temporary splint. Since the break was simple, and the old man protested that a little twinge of pain was nothing, the arm was immediately set and the permanent splints set in place.
The chums assisted the doctor to get Mr. Everett to bed, and then bade him goodbye, promising to look in very soon to see how he was getting along.
"Don't fail to call on me, boys, if I can be of any service to you," were his parting words.
"Well, sir, we may do that very soon," said Garry.
"You'll find that I won't fail you," promised Everett.
As they were on their way out, the girl stopped the chums and expressed her gratitude for their rescue of her grandfather.