If you
will give me some more water--"
They gave him some and he seemed to feel better after that. Then he
tried to rise, but he had to fall back again.
"My ankle-- I think it's sprained," he said.
"Then let us carry you to the boat," suggested Jerry.
"I'm afraid you can't."
"Well, we can try."
They did, but it was hard work. By dint of carefully picking their
steps over the rocks, however, the three boys finally managed to get
Mr. De Vere into the cabin of the Ripper, where they made him
comfortable on the cushions.
"Now speed her up for the doctor's," said Jerry to Ned, who had taken
charge of the engine. "That is if you know where to find one."
"There is a physician whom I know, not far from the main wharf at San
Felicity," said Maurice De Vere. "If you run the boat there I can get
into a carriage and drive right to his house. Then after he has set my
arm, I should like to tell you my story. That is, if you care to
listen."
"We certainly do," said Jerry. "We will be very glad to help you in
any way that we can."
"Will you?" asked the man eagerly. "Then, perhaps, I can get ahead of
Blowitz after all."
Quick time was made to the dock, and, though it was quite late, the
boys found several public hackmen on hand. Mr. De Vere was put in one
of the vehicles and driven to the doctor's office, whither, after they
had secured their boat, the boys followed.
It took a little time to set the broken arm, and, after some
restoratives had been administered, and the sprained ankle, bandaged
(though that hurt was not as severe as at first supposed) Mr.
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