"Got an ugly one in the chest," he said simply. "Think we can save him?"
The Doctor bent over, and tearing away Blake's garments, made a thorough examination.
"He'll pull through," he said. "But we must get him to the mission hospital at Unalaska at once. Begin throwing those rascals aboard. There's a prison there for their accommodation."
At that moment the two other jackies appeared, carrying a moaning burden in the shape of a Jap radical.
"One's done in for good," the foremost man explained. "We searched the ruins. Maybe we can save this fellow."
"Take him aboard," said the Doctor. Then, turning, he directed the men who carried their fallen commander to the craft.
* * * * *
"Well, that about ends our present career in the Arctic." The Doctor was speaking to Dave, and emphasized his word with a sigh. "I had hoped we might do something really big, but Blake will not be out again this season. He'll get around again all right, but it's a slow process."
Dave sat thinking. Suddenly he jumped to his feet.
"Doctor," he said eagerly, "there's a gob on board who is sure a wonder at navigation. Don't you think—think, he and I might manage the sub for you—your trip?"