"The captain has recovered consciousness, but he's out of his head," Bob told him.
"Oui, we thot he would be. Jacques, heem gone for doctor."
"How long will it take?"
"Eet tak' long time—too bad—eet thirty mile an heem have to walk, but heem go ver' fast an' come back wid horse, mebby gas wagon."
"But he may die before he gets the doctor here."
"I think not. We geeve heem medicine."
"Pray God he may live," Bob sighed.
"Oui, we pray. Now you geet eats. I watch heem."
Had food ever tasted so good as those baked beans and hot biscuit to say nothing of the huge wedge of apple pie which followed? Both boys agreed that if it had they had forgotten when or where.
"If I eat another mouthful I'll burst," Bob declared as he pushed back his chair.