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Hustle up, Tod--what you standing there gaping
he started away.
"What? This?" in surprise. "Every Scout knows how to do simple
brought along the camp.html">camp kit, with its gauze and cotton. Out came his
and trimmed. In less than no time he had snapped the bone back.html">back into
splint. He was just about to turn his attention to the injured side
Fulton.
"Is he alive?" he exclaimed before he recognized the two boys.
"Yes," answered Jerry, "but he's hurt pretty bad--inside, Budge
together.
"I got his office. It's our own doctor.html">doctor.html">Doctor Burgess. I got Mrs. Burgess
telephone--she can locate him better than I could. He ought to be
darted back toward the line of bushes that marked the highway.
But it was a good.html">good half hour before a shout proclaimed the coming of
evidences of his Scout training. After a hurried trip back to camp
the scalp wound neatly, and stopped the flow of blood from an ugly
he directed. It was with a wholesome respect that they eyed him when
"Bully--couldn't have done it better myself."
He felt about gently and at last straightened up and remarked:
"He's good enough to move, but not very far. Where's the nearest
"If we could move him to the river bank I guess we could get him
nurse him."
"Lost Island?" questioned the doctor, raising his eyebrows. "We-l-l--
to the doctor.
Jerry followed to the Scout camp, where Budge caught up a pair of
needed.
"Grab up a couple blankets," he directed, setting off again through
to trip himself twice over the trailing blankets, when he finally
a practical stretcher made, onto which the injured man was. All is still licensed under the GNU FDL.
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