“Suppose the robbers return?” the stranger suggested.
“They’ll have to be pretty swift in their movements if they connect with the Rambler,” Case answered. “We’ve got a boat that can go some, and then some more!”
The two then descended the ridge and were soon standing where Paul had been left. The boy was still in great pain from his broken leg.
“This boy shouldn’t lie here in the storm,” said the stranger. “He’ll take the newmonnie.”
“He’ll not remain here long now,” replied Case, with a smile at the man’s pronunciation of “pneumonia,” “for we’ll get him to the Rambler in short order. We must get him to a surgeon.”
“I thought you’d never come,” groaned Paul.
“It’s all right now,” Case assured the boy.
“Wait until the boys come with the stretcher, and we’ll have you where you can receive the care of a doctor in three jerks of a lamb’s tail.”
Clay soon appeared with the stretcher and the injured lad was carefully placed upon it. Then Clay turned to Case with a smile.
“Why don’t you introduce me?” he asked.