A moment’s inspection sufficed to show her that the animal’s skull had received a fracture, and that a part of the bone was depressed.
Something told her that if she could lift the piece of bone back to its place, Jupiter would be all right.
A needle-like instrument was pinned to the white, gauzy sash about her waist, and with this she endeavored to do the job.
Though she knew little or nothing about surgery, she was successful.
The dog howled piteously during the operation, but did not offer to prevent her from doing it.
When it was finished he rolled over on his side and appeared to fall into a deep sleep. The girl bathed the dog’s wound with her water-soaked garments, and then seated herself by his side to await developments.
It must have been an hour before the dog began to show signs of awakening, and as soon as he did, Azurma, who had heard Reginald Lacy call him by name, arose to her feet.
“Come, Jupiter; show me where your master is.”
The animal seemed to have fully recovered; he began springing about her feet, uttering his quick, sharp barks in a joyful manner.
Then, catching Azurma by the dress, he attempted to pull her along after him in the direction of the opening where the light came from.