"Frank," cried Jack wonderingly, "what's the matter? Have you gone plumb crazy or are you enjoying this boy's suffering?"
"Neither," asserted Frank. "I think we'll give a little first aid and then thank Arnold here for catching the thief."
"Thank me?" queried Arnold. "I didn't catch him."
"Yes, you did," declared Frank. "But now to help him a bit."
"How shall we treat the foot?" asked Tom gazing ruefully at the deck, now becoming crimson under the stain of blood.
"Get a basin and then some hot water," directed Frank. "I think we'd better wash this out first and then put in some disinfectant. Have you got something to cleanse the wound?"
"Surely have," was Tom's confident answer. "Got a whole chest full of dope here. Help yourself to anything you want!"
"Let's put in a lot of turpentine," suggested Harry. "That's good for snake-bite and other things. We've got plenty of it, too."
Frank took charge of the injured lad, bathing and cleansing the wounded foot. He prepared to bandage the member after giving it a liberal application of turpentine. As he was about to put the bandage in place Harry offered another suggestion.
"Let's put on some of that fat salt pork. I got a rusty nail in my foot once and that's what they put on me."