"I have heard that they have first aid packages in machines of this kind," said Ralph, as he sprang toward the remains of the machine. "I have it," he cried, as he leaped over the wrecked pieces. "Here is—a—Restorative, whatever that is,—half a wineglass at a time,—where's the wineglass?"
"Give each a good swallow of it," said Alfred, as he raised up the head of the one first rescued.
The other man opened his eyes. "Lieutenant!" he said. Then, as he gazed at the boys, he seemed to smile, and as Alfred held up the bottle he feebly nodded.
It seemed to revive him in a few moments, and he struggled to raise himself. "I feel better now, but something hurts my legs," he said.
The lieutenant opened his eyes, and quietly looked at the boys without speaking.
"Can I do anything for you?" said Alfred.
"Is Jack hurt?" he asked.
"Yes; but he is all right," said Ralph.
"Here I am; still on top," said Jack, as he slightly turned, and moved his hand toward the lieutenant.
"And what are you boys doing here?" asked the lieutenant.