"Cut it short, Perez!" commanded Eri. "We're here now."

"Yes, but Jerry ain't." And the whistling began again.

"Dry up, for the land's sake! D'you want to fetch the whole tribe here?
There's Jerry, now. Come on, Doctor."

John Baxter was lying just as the Captain had left him, and the others
watched anxiously as the doctor listened at the parted lips, and thrust
his hand inside the faded blue waistcoat.

"He's alive," he said after a moment, "but unconscious. We must get him
home at once."

"He heard the bell and was runnin' to the fire when he was took," said
Captain Jerry. "Run out in his shirt sleeves, and was took when he got
as fur as here."

"That's the way I figger it," said Eri unblushingly. "Lift him
carefully, you fellers. Now then!"

"I warned him against over-exertion or excitement months ago," said the
Doctor, as they bore the senseless burden toward the big house, now as
black as the grave that was so near its owner. "We must find someone
to take care of him at once. I don't believe the old man has a relation
within a hundred miles."

"Why don't we take him to our house?" suggested Captain Jerry.
"'Twouldn't seem so plaguey lonesome, anyhow."