Part 4 (1/2)
There was no answer, and Joe saw that the man had fainted from exhaustion. Fixing the pole so it could not slip, he caught hold of the hermit and dragged him to a place of safety.
Joe had never had to care for a hurt person before and he scarcely knew how to proceed. He laid the hermit on the gra.s.s and washed his face with water. Soon Hiram Bodley opened his eyes once more.
”My chest!” he groaned. ”All of my ribs must be broken! And my ankle is broken, too!” And he groaned again.
”I had better get a doctor, Uncle Hiram.”
”A doctor can't help me.”
”Perhaps he can.”
”I haven't any faith in doctors. A doctor operated on my mother and killed her.”
”But Doctor Gardner is a nice man. He will do all he can for you, I am sure,” urged Joe.
”Well, Dr. Gardner is a good fellow I admit. If you--can--can get him--I'll--I'll--” The sufferer tried to go on but could not.
”I think I can get him. But I hate to leave you alone.” And Joe stared around helplessly. He wished he had Ned with him.
”Never mind--give me a drink--then go,” answered Hiram Bodley. He had often taken Doctor Gardner out to hunt with him and liked the physician not a little.
Inside of five minutes Joe was on the way to the doctor's residence, which was on the outskirts of Riverside. He had left the hermit as comfortable as possible, on a mattress and covered with a cloth to keep off the night air,--for it was now growing late and the sun had set behind the mountains.
Tired though he was the boy pulled with might and main, and so reached the dock of the physician's home in a short s.p.a.ce of time. Running up the walk of the neatly-kept garden, he mounted the piazza and rang the bell several times.
”What's the matter?” asked Doctor Gardner, who came himself to answer the summons.
”Our cabin is in ruins, because of the storm, and Mr. Bodley is badly hurt,” answered Joe, and related some of the particulars.
”This is certainly too bad, my boy,” said the physician. ”I'll come at once and do what I can for him.”
He ran for a case of instruments and also for some medicines, and then followed Joe back to the boat.
”You act as if you were tired,” said the doctor, after he had watched Joe at the oars for several minutes.
”I am tired, sir--I've been rowing a good deal to-day. But I guess I can make it.”
”Let me row,” said the physician, and took the oars. He was a fine oarsman, and the trip was made in half the time it would have taken Joe to cover the distance.
At the dock there was a lantern, used by Joe and the hermit when they went fis.h.i.+ng at night. This was lit, and the two hurried up the trail to the wreck of the cabin.
Hiram Bodley was resting where Joe had left him. He was breathing with difficulty and did not at first recognize the doctor.
”Take it off!” he murmured. ”Take it off! It is--is crus.h.i.+ng th--the life out of--of me!”
”Mr. Bodley--Hiram, don't you know me?” asked Doctor Gardner, kindly.
”Oh! So it's you? I guess you can't do much, doctor, can you? I--I'm done for!” And a spasm of pain crossed the sufferer's face.