Then as professionally as a trained nurse might have done it she moved her hand down along his side.
“Where does it hurt most?” she queried, her eyes upon his. “The shoulder, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Just a bad bruise, I think.”
“I hope so. Now, do you think that after a while, when you have rested a little, you can manage to walk? Just a few feet?”
“Yes. But where’ll I walk to?”
“Just to the boat. And I’ll take you the rest of the way.”
“And the rest of the way?” he asked curiously.
“You are a mighty inquisitive creature for a patient!” she smiled. “Where do you suppose? Home, of course!”
CHAPTER V
THE GIRL FROM THE LAKE
Dick rested for a long time. Then leaning upon the girl’s firm shoulder, he got to his feet and moved slowly with her to the boat. When he had sunk in a huddled heap in the narrow craft, his pulses beating wildly, his head whirling, he began to realize he had a great deal besides a scalp wound and a broken wrist to reckon with.