"What is it?" asked Jerry.
"My arm-- Oh, I'm afraid it is broken!"
The boys remembered how the left arm of the man was doubled up under
him in a peculiar manner. He had doubtless fallen on it.
"Wait a minute and we'll lift you up so that you will rest more
comfortably," said Jerry, and, with the aid of his chums he made from
their coats and some seaweed a rude sort of bed for the man.
There was no doubt that the stranger's left arm was broken. It hung
limply down, and the least motion of it produced terrible pain.
Fortunately the man did not again lose his senses, and he directed the
boys how to bandage the arm close to his side, with their
handkerchiefs tied together, so that the injured member would not
swing about, and further splinter the broken bones.
"Do you think you can walk down to our boat?" asked Jerry. "We can
take you to a doctor, for I think you need one."
"Need one? I should say I did," replied the man. "It is a wonder I was
not killed by that fall. I'm afraid my ankle is sprained, but, after I
rest a bit, and get over this dizzy feeling, I'll try to walk to the
boat. It's lucky you boys happened to come along, just when you did."
"We didn't 'happen' to come along," said Jerry. "We were looking for
you."
"Looking for me'?"
"Yes, we saw you and Blowitz talking on the cliffs in the moonlight,
and then we saw you disappear. We thought it was queer at the time,"
and Jerry related the subsequent events.
"I'm glad you witnessed that," said the man, when Jerry had finished.
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