The two boys picked up their injured chum and carried him to the bank of the bayou; then, while Matt made a more extensive examination, in order to determine the seriousness of Dick's injury, Carl went after water.
There was a bad bruise on Dick's forehead, but it was no more than a bruise, although it must have been caused by a pretty hard blow.
"As he went over the limb, Carl," said Matt, "he must have struck his head against it. I don't think he is badly hurt, though."
Taking Carl's cap, which the Dutch boy had filled with water, Matt dashed the contents in Dick's face. While Carl was going back after more water, Dick suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Matt.
"How's everything, mate?" murmured Dick.
"We're alive, old chap," replied Matt, "and that ought to be enough, don't you think, considering what we've been through?"
"You and Carl are all right?"
"Yes."
"And I dodged Davy Jones, after shaking hands with him?"
"It looks that way."