“Poor little fellow, he looks about all in,” said Percy Simmons, as Harry hurried off on his errand of mercy.
“I’m not so sure about that. He may have only been knocked unconscious when those beams fell on him,” replied Ralph hopefully. “I can find no trace of broken bones.”
“Well, that’s good, anyhow. See, here comes Harry back with the water. What now?”
“We must bathe the wound and then try to get him to a doctor,” was the reply.
“A doctor?”
“Certainly. He needs medical attendance. We can only give first aid measures.”
“But there’s no doctor nearer than Piquetville.”
“Think again.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why, on North Twin Island, not far from us, Dr. Chadwick has a summer home. He arrived there two days ago. We’ll take this boy there, and see what can be done for him.”