Part 13 (1/2)

grinned Tyke, as he surveyed the finished work.

But he exulted too soon. That very evening, Drew received a telephone message from St. Luke's hospital saying that Mr. T. Grimshaw had been brought in there with an injured leg as the result of a street accident. He had requested that Drew be summoned at once.

Shocked and grieved, the young man hurried to the hospital. He was ushered at once into the private room in which Tyke was lying.

The leg had been bandaged, and Tyke had recovered somewhat from the first shock of the accident. He was suffering no special pain at the moment, and was eagerly watching the door through which Drew would come.

The latter's heart ached as he saw how wan and gray the old man's face looked. But his indomitable spirit still shone in his sunken eyes, and he tried to summon a cheery smile as Drew came near the bed.

”Well, Allen, my boy,” he remarked, ”I guess I crowed too soon this afternoon. I didn't think then that the old hulk would be laid up so soon for repairs.”

Drew expressed his sorrow, as he gripped Tyke's hand affectionately.

”How did it happen?” he asked.

”Cruising across the street in front of an auto,” replied Tyke.

”Thought I had cleared it, but guess I hadn't. I saw that one-eyed feller standing there--

”What one-eyed fellow?” Drew asked, interrupting.

”Why, I don't know who he was. Looked like a sea-faring man,” returned Tyke. ”Oh! That does hurt! Doctor said it would if I moved it.”

”Don't move your leg, then,” advised Drew. ”What about the one-eyed man?”

”Why,” repeated Tyke, reflectively, ”I saw him on the curb jest as I jumped to git out of the way of that auto. I ain't as spry as I used to be I admit; but seems to me I would have made it all right if it hadn't been for that feller.”

”What did he do to you?” asked the anxious Drew. Of course, there was more than one sailor in the world with only one eye; yet the young man wondered.

”I saw his hand stretched out, an' I thought he was going to grab me.

But next I knew I was pushed right back an' the car knocked me flat.

B'fore I lost my senses, it seemed to me that that one-eyed swab was down on his knees going through my pockets.”

”Robbing you?” gasped Drew.

”Well--mebbe I dreamed it. I've been puzzling over it ever since I've been lying here. I didn't lose my watch, nor yet my wallet, that's sure,” and Tyke grinned. ”But it certainly was a queer experience.

An' I'd like to know who that one-eyed feller is.”

”How badly is your leg hurt?” asked Drew.

”Might have been worse,” answered Tyke. ”Doctor says my knee's wrenched an' the ligaments torn, but there's nothing that can't be mended. I'll be off my pins for the next month or two, they say. So I guess old Tyke won't be Johnny-on-the-spot when you dig up them doubloons.”

”Don't worry about that,” protested Drew. ”The only important thing now is that you should get well. The treasure can wait. We'll postpone the trip until you get ready to go.”

”No you won't!” declared Tyke energetically. ”You'll do nothing of the kind! You'll go right ahead and look for it, an' I'll lie here an'

root for you.”

He was getting excited, and at this juncture the nurse interposed and Drew had to go, after promising to come again the first thing in the morning.