“It’s all right, Roy; we’ve got him. The course is straight up the sound. Head away.”
Then he rushed to his chum’s side. Buck and Bob were already loosening Ned’s clothing. Alan caught his hand and began chafing it.
“You’re all right, old man,” he exclaimed, rubbing the prostrate boy’s hand.
Ned opened his eyes, groaned and then closed them again.
“You’re safe—in the cabin,” announced Bob.
“Thank you,” answered Ned weakly. “My leg?” and he moved his arm toward his right leg.
Bob ran his hands over the injured member and lifted it, despite Ned’s groans.
“It isn’t broken,” he announced. “It’s only bruised.”
“Then,” said Ned suddenly as he fully opened his eyes, “every one to his station. I’ll be all right in a few minutes. Keep the ship on her course.”