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“I think so,” answered the captain’s sturdy son.

“Oh, why doesn’t Dr. Martin come?” cried Mrs. Racer.

“That sounds like his auto now!” exclaimed Frank, as he and Bob carried the unknown lad into the house. “Yes,” he added a moment later, “here he comes.”

“And Andy’s with him,” added Bob. “The doctor must have picked him up on the way here.”

It was the work of but a few moments to get most of the unconscious youth’s clothes off and place him in bed. By that time the physician was ready to begin his ministrations.

“I don’t know,” mused Dr. Martin, as he felt of the feeble, flickering pulse, and listened to the scarcely audible breathing. “He’s pretty far gone. Hurt internally, I imagine. But we’ll see if we can save him.”

With the eager and able assistance of the Racer boys, their mother and Bob Trent, Dr. Martin labored hard to restore the lad to consciousness. At first his efforts seemed of no avail. His eyes remained closed, and the pulse and breathing seemed to grow more feeble.

“I think I’ll try the electric battery,” said the doctor finally. “If one of you will bring it in from my auto, I’ll see what effect that has.”