"I don't think you will be able to harm him for a good while," sagely remarked Farmer Farrell.
Corrigan became silent at once, and as each one was busy with his own thoughts, the rest of the trip was accomplished without further words.
On reaching the shore the party repaired at once to Farmer Farrell's place where Tim, glad to be home again, hitched up the team to the old family wagon.
"Is there a doctor anywhere near?" asked Jack; "I promised to send one over to the island."
"Dr. Melvin lives just up the road," replied the farmer. "We'll stop and tell him, and Tim can row him over. Do you hear, Tim?"
"Yes, sir," replied the farm hand. "To-morrow morning will do, I suppose."
"To-morrow morning!" repeated the farmer, in surprise. "No, indeed, right away. And if you can't get Dr. Melvin, go over to Dr. Dell's and take him straight to Pooler's cottage. Tell him that the man has a bullet in his shoulder."
Much as he disliked the job, the hired man did not dare to complain; so with a heavy sigh he set off on his errand, traveling through the dark as fast as his heavy boots would permit.
The family wagon contained two seats. Farmer Farrell took the front one, with Mosey beside him, while Jack, with Corrigan, sat in the rear, and then the horses were started on the road to Corney.
"We will stop at the old mill and get my model," said Jack, on the way.