“There!” Ned exclaimed at the conclusion of the operation, “now you’ll be all right in just no time!”
“It’s a good thing we’re all Boy Scouts, eh?” Jimmie chuckled. “And it’s a good thing, too, that one part of the education of a Boy Scout is the care of the injured.”
“I never realized before what an advantage it is,” Harry said with a faint smile. “I was beginning to think I’d have to remain here all night with the broken bones of that arm grinding together.”
“Isn’t it about time Jack and Frank were coming back?” asked Ned.
“They should have been here long ago,” replied Harry.
“I hope they haven’t met with any accident,” Jimmie put in. “I’ll tell you what I’ll do,” he went on, “I’ll just take a slide down that incline and see if I can dig ’em up anywhere.”
“Perhaps you’d better let me go,” Ned advised.
“Aw,” Jimmie complained, “you always want to cop out all the fun!”
“Well, go on, then,” Ned laughed. “If you bump your head against a rock, or get dumped into a pool of water something like the one out there, you mustn’t blame me. Remember that I wanted to go.”
Jimmie approached the long incline, his electric pointing the way, and soon shouted back: