"Thank God!"
The tears sprang to the eyes of Max. It was more than he had hoped.
"A doctor! Shall I fetch a doctor?" said he.
Carrie shook her head.
"A doctor could do no more than we've done," said she. "He'll be all right now—well enough to be got away, at all events. And the wound on his head isn't much, I think."
"Wound on his head!"
"Yes. It saved his life, most likely. Prevented his getting so much water into his lungs. Stunned him, you see."
Something like a sigh from the patient stopped her and directed the attention of them all to him. Bob, who had been standing in the background, almost as much excited as the others, came a few steps nearer. There was a moment of intense, eager expectancy, and then Dudley half opened his eyes.
Max uttered a deep sob and glanced at Carrie. She was deadly pale, and the tears were standing in her eyes.
"You've saved him!" said Max, hoarsely.