FIRST AID AND AN ESCAPE
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" came the cries of pain. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Quickly Jack's hand stole toward the switch that controlled the overhead lights. Instantly the cabin was a blaze of light.
"What's the matter?" cried the boy looking toward the source of the disturbance. "What's going on here, anyway?"
Rowdy bounded off his bed and dashed toward the forward cabin with a vim and energy that bespoke ill for someone.
"Here, Rowdy," commanded Arnold, "come here, sir."
Slowly the dog returned to his master's side. The hair on his shoulders was standing straight on end while hoarse growls issued in thunderous tones from his throat around which the muscles tightened in anticipation of a desperate struggle with an enemy.
"There's someone in there," declared Harry in a tone of discovery. "Somebody came aboard while we were asleep."
"Sure enough," scorned Tom rumpling Harry's usually smooth hair. "What did you suppose was making all that noise, friend?"
"Well, there is someone in there," stoutly maintained Harry.