"You hurt, Oz?"
"My arm."
"What's the trouble?" This was Tex, who appeared from behind Matt, apparently untouched by the tumble.
Oscar helped himself up with his right arm, then tenderly felt his left forearm. "I don't know. A sprain-or a break, maybe. Eeee-ah! It's a break."
"Are you sure?" Matt stepped forward. "Let me see it."
"What's the matter with the skipper?" asked Tex.
"Huh?" said Matt and Oscar together. Thurlow had not moved. Tex went to him and knelt over him.
"Looks like he's knocked out cold."
"Throw some water over him."
"No, don't do that Do-" The craft settled again. Oscar looked startled and said, "I think we had better get out of here."