While Meg was still at work, Jack returned, somewhat flushed from hurrying.
"We don't know what to do with those two men," he said, after taking a look at Pooler, who still rested quietly. "That hired man is afraid of his own shadow, and Mr. Farrell hardly thinks he can manage them alone."
"Suppose you go with them," suggested Mont. "I can get along here alone, and when you come back you can bring a doctor."
The young man's idea was thought by all to be a good one.
"But what will you do?" asked the young machinist of his sister.
"I'll do whatever you say, Jack," was Deb's reply.
"I'll stay here, if it's best," put in Meg. "I ain't afraid of anything on this island."
"Perhaps you had better remain, too, Deb," said Jack. "I'll be back with the doctor just as soon as I can."
"Wonder if we can't get this man up to the cottage," put in Mont. "He'd be much better off in his own bed than here."
"We can, but carrying may make his wound worse," returned the young machinist.