“Then send another man to Westminster, and we’ll take the first doctor who gets through or keep them both.”
They placed Aynsley in a position in which he could breathe more easily, and Clay gently wrapped him round with wetted rags.
“I don’t know if this is the right thing, but it’s all I can think of,” he said. “We want to keep down any internal bleeding.”
After this they waited anxiously for the doctor. Jevons presently crept out to restore order and to see that the fire had been extinguished; and Clay was left alone with his boy. There was no sound in the room where he sat, sternly watching over the unconscious form that lay so still on the bed.
After what seemed an interminable time Jevons opened the door softly.
“Has the doctor come?” Clay asked eagerly.
“Not yet. Any change?”
“None,” said Clay. “He can’t hear—I wish he could. Who were those fellows who came to the rescue?”
“City Japs, so far as I can learn. It seems they’re pretty well organized, and suspecting a raid would be made on their partners here their committee sent a body out. I’ve been round the mill, and it looks as if a thousand dollars would cover—”
“Get out of here!” Clay exclaimed roughly. “I can’t talk about the damage now. Watch for those doctors and bring them in right off!”