“I think he will if his skull hasn’t been fractured,” Mr. Parker told her encouragingly. “Listen!”
Jerry’s lips were moving again, and this time his words were more rational.
“Got to get word to the Chief,” they heard him mutter. “Got to get word—”
A long while after that Jerry remained perfectly quiet. Suddenly arousing, his eyes opened wide and he struggled to sit up. Mr. Parker gently pressed him back.
“Where am I?” Jerry muttered. “Let me out of here! Let me out!”
“Quiet, Jerry,” soothed Mr. Parker. “You’re with friends.”
The reporter’s tense grip on the editor’s hand relaxed. “That you, Chief?”
“Yes, Jerry. Just lie quiet. We’ll have you to a doctor in a few more minutes.”
“Doctor! I don’t need any doctor,” he protested, trying once more to sit up. “What happened anyway?”
“That’s what we would like to know.”