"You don't suppose he fell over do you?"
But Bob was already half way to the cabin door. As he stepped inside, he heard a groan from one corner where a water cooler was located. As he sprang toward it, his eye caught sight of a figure stretched at full length on the floor and he knew he had found Pat. But the Irishman was unconscious when he lifted his head, and he noted that his hand and arm were badly swollen.
"Guess I wasn't quick enough after all," he said, as Jack joined him.
"Is he dead?"
"No, but I'm afraid he will be soon. Help me place him on the lounge, and then find the captain and uncle. They may know what is best to be done."
Jack was back in less than five minutes, followed by Captain Ole and their uncle. The captain quickly bent and placed his ear over the sick man's heart.
"It's ticking pretty slow," he said.
"Have we anything we can give him?" Mr. Lakewood asked quickly.
"What he needs is a heart stimulant and, thank God, we've got it."
The captain was half way to his cabin, before finished speaking, and they did not catch the last part of the sentence, but they knew what he was after.