“The third. Name’s Raynor, I guess.” And the man hurried on, leaving Jack standing there aghast.
CHAPTER XXI.
SURGERY BY WIRELESS.
While he still stood there, the captain emerged from his cabin and, to Jack’s surprise, came up to him.
“Know anything about surgery, Ready?” he asked.
“Why, no, sir. I heard there had been an accident. My friend Raynor. Is he badly injured, sir?”
The question was put with painful eagerness.
“Not necessarily, my lad. His arm was crushed in a shaft while he was oiling it. The deuce of it is, we’ve no doctor on board and I don’t know how to care for it. I may have to amputate it. I did that once on a sailing ship; and in that case, I’ll need assistants. That is why I asked you if you knew anything of surgery.”
“You’ll have to amputate it? Oh, sir! Poor Raynor!”