I know one
of the doctors there."
With Tom leading him and acting as a sort of support, the journey
to the motor-boat was slowly made. Making as comfortable a bed as
possible out of the seat cushions, Tom assisted Mr. Duncan to it,
and then starting the engine he sent his boat out from shore at
half speed, as the fog was still thick and he did not want to run
upon a rock.
"Do you know where the sanitarium is?" asked the wounded hunter.
"About," answered Tom a little doubtfully, "but I'm afraid it's
going to be hard to locate it in this fog."
"There's a compass in my coat pocket," said Mr. Duncan. "Take it
out and I'll tell you how to steer. You ought to carry a compass
if you're going to be a sailor."
Tom was beginning to think so himself and wondered that he had not
thought of it before. He found the one the hunter had, and
placing it on the seat near him, he carefully listened to the
wounded man's directions. Tom easily comprehended and soon had
the boat headed in the proper direction. After that it was
comparatively easy to keep on the right course, even in the fog.
But there was another danger, however, and this was that he might
run into another boat. True, there were not many on Lake Carlopa,
but there were some, and one of the few motor-boats might be out
in spite of the bad weather.
Pages:
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101
102