After a long struggle they reached the level where the pump station was located. Even here Bob Jarvis refused to give up his burden. He staggered down the level to where the big pumps were working, tenderly laying Steve down on a blanket that the engineer had thrown down. Then Bob settled down in a heap.
Bob Staggered Up the Ladder With His Burden.
"Strip the boy," commanded Mr. Penton. "If you have any warm blankets here, wrap him in them. If not, use some of your waste. You have barrels of that on hand."
Steve's wet, clinging clothes were quickly removed. There being no other blankets, waste used for wiping the engines was wrapped about him, the rubbing process having been resumed.
Nearly an hour elapsed before the surgeon, red of face, puffing from his exertions, came hurrying down the level.
He was quickly made acquainted with the situation and got to work at once.
"Do you think his condition is serious?" demanded the superintendent.