“First Aid” Arouses Ralph’s Curiosity
It chanced that Ralph was the only one not already in the car, for
he had stepped around to give the crank a toss, and turn over the
engine for making a start.
As a rule Rob Blake was very quick in his movements, but by the time
he had succeeded in getting his feet free from the various
impediments not yet properly stowed away, and jumped to the ground,
the lively country boy had actually sprung forward, seized the
horse’s bridle, and by throwing his whole weight on the lines
dragged him to a standstill.
It was splendidly done, and Rob felt that had Ralph only been a
wearer of the khaki he would, because of that act, have been a
candidate for a medal such as is given to scouts for saving human
life.
The boy who was in the vehicle had unfortunately stood up the better
to pull at the reins, as he shrieked to the runaway animal to stop;
when the sudden halt came he therefore lost his footing, and took a
severe header, landing on one shoulder, with his arm under him.
Rob shivered as he heard the crash, for he felt certain the poor
chap would suffer some serious injury. Since Ralph seemed capable of
mastering the excited horse, Rob turned toward the writhing boy on
the ground.
“Give Ralph a hand, Andy!” he called out energetically, accustomed
to handling sudden emergencies, and never for an instant losing his
head. “You come with me, Sim. This boy has been badly hurt, I’m
afraid.”
The little fellow was groaning terribly as they reached his side,
and trying unsuccessfully to move himself.
“Oh! it’s broken! it’s broken! What will daddy say?” he kept
moaning.
Sim saw that his face was ashen white, showing that he must be
suffering great anguish. Rob immediately but gently turned him over.
His right arm sagged in a suspicious manner and told the story.
“Is it as bad as that, Rob?” asked Sim, in genuine pity for the poor
fellow.
Already the patrol leader was hastily examining, but it did not take
him long to understand what had happened.
[Illustration: The patrol leader was hastily examining the little
fellow’s arm.]
“Yes, he’s fractured both bones in the lower arm; but in a fairly
decent place between the elbow and wrist. Some one must run for a
doctor in a hurry.”
“I’ll go,” said Ralph who had by now joined them, leaving Andy to
fasten the still quivering horse to a hitching post; “because I know
just where to find Doc Slimmons. Besides, I can get there quicker by
using the car.”
He jumped over and quickly had the engine humming like mad.
Meanwhile, Tubby had managed to land, and when the car shot away
Ralph was the only occupant.
Luckily enough, he actually met the doctor in his own little touring
car, so that he was back again before five minutes had passed. By
that time quite a crowd had gathered. Sim and Andy and Tubby were
employed in forcing the people to keep back, and this they did all
the better because they had long been accustomed to handling excited
crowds consumed either by a morbid curiosity, or by fear as in the
case of a panic.
Doctor Slimmons asked a few questions. He seemed to be impressed
with the fact that Rob had known just how to act.
“You say that his left shoulder was also out of place, and that you
pulled the bone into the socket again, my boy? Good for you. That
was the wisest thing to be done under the circumstances. I believe
now that if there was no doctor within reach you would have known
just how to go about handling this broken arm. You see, I happen to
be acquainted with some of the doings of you scouts, because I
served as scout master to a troop in Albany before coming up here to
take a practice.”
“We have done such things before, Doctor,” said Rob, modestly, “and
with a fair measure of success. This poor boy is suffering terribly,
and I hope you get him home soon.”
“Would you like to use my car for the job, Doctor?” asked Ralph, who
had listened to what was said with a question in his eyes, though he
knew that was no time to ask what was in his mind.
“No, if you will assist me in getting him in my car, I can manage
very well; thank you just the same, Ralph. So you stopped the
runaway horse, did you; well, it was just what I would have expected
from you. Let me say it would give me a great deal of satisfaction
personally if khaki suits were more commonly seen on the streets of
Wyoming, where there seems to be a queer feeling against the
movement. There, lift gently, boys; now hold him until I can get in
and fix him comfortably. I’ve given him something to keep him from
fainting, and to deaden the pain as well. Before a great while I’ll
have the arm set in plaster. Thank you all for your assistance,” and
with that he started off, not with a rush, but in a way calculated
to save his young patient as much shock as possible.
“Well, that was a sudden affair, all told,” remarked Tubby, who had
been greatly exercised because of the white face of the injured boy,
since he could understand what agony of mind and body the victim
must be suffering. “Shall we leave the horse and vehicle here,
Ralph?”
“Oh! sure,” the other replied; “the boy’s father will come and claim
his property. I only hope he doesn’t blame the kid, because it
really wasn’t his fault. I reckon a red-hot cinder must have fallen
on his back, and stuck there. What was that I heard the Doctor say
about you setting the cub’s left arm that had been dislocated--was
that a fact?”
“Oh! yes, but that was a simple job,” remarked Rob, smiling at the
decided interest the other seemed to show in the incident.
“We’ve got a heap more important things to our credit than that, let
me tell you, Ralph,” Sim hastened to boast, when he saw the scout
leader shaking his head at him, as though to beg him not to “blow
his own horn,” but to leave the other find out these interesting
things for himself.
“Well, suppose we try for a start again,” suggested the chauffeur;
“get settled in your places, boys, while I give the crank a turn.”
“I wonder,” whispered Tubby to Rob, who chanced to sit next him,
with Andy filling the back seat, and Sim in front alongside the
driver, “I wonder if he begins to think scouts _can_ be worth a
pinch of salt, after all, Rob? You know that was one thing he wrote
in a letter?”
“Keep quiet,” advised the other, also in a whisper, “and perhaps a
chance will crop up to show him the value of scout education. I’ve
got a hunch we’re due to open some people’s eyes up here. I hope it
turns out that way. Even that young doctor said they were a
narrow-minded lot, you remember, who had a queer antipathy against
scouts and their doings.”
“Huh! given half a chance and we’ll soon show ’em,” grunted Tubby,
belligerently; and when the fat boy screwed up his features into
what he was pleased to term his “fighting face” he certainly did
look awe-inspiring, indeed.
They were soon on their way, passing out of the town, and striking a
fair road that took them into the country. Ralph, as they went
along, pointed out a number of interesting features connected with
the landscape, chief of which was the high peak in the distance that
he called Thundertop.
“They still get bear up in that country,” he remarked, with kindling
eyes that told of the sportsman spirit possessing him, “and deer are
often seen. Fact is, at this season of the year they seem tame, and
do heaps of damage to some of our crops. But since getting
interested in my fur farm I’ve given up hunting.”
“Same way with us,” Sim hastened to say; “only now we do our hunting
with a camera instead of a gun. I know fellows who used to be just
savage to kill game, but who, nowadays, would ten times rather aim
to snap off pictures, showing all sorts of wild animals in their
native haunts.”
“I’ve heard about that stunt,” admitted Ralph, “but never met any
one who had done much at it. I hope you’ve thought to fetch some
pictures along with you, Sim; it would sure please me a heap to look
them over.”
“I’m glad to say I have a pack with me, some of which I captured
myself, while other scouts grabbed the rest. I’ll take great
pleasure in exhibiting the set to you tonight, Cousin Ralph,” and
the speaker gave Rob a wicked little wink as he partly turned his
head, as though to call the attention of the patrol leader to the
interest the other was already showing in regard to some of their
activities.
Indeed, Rob was growing more deeply in earnest continually with
regard to winning the good opinion of this fine fellow, who it
seemed had for so long been laboring under such a misapprehension
with regard to the value of scout organization.
Later on he learned that a troop had once been started in Wyoming,
but, unfortunately, the fellows who tried to play the part were not
qualified to serve with credit, nor could they find the right kind
of a scout master who would take an interest in his charges. The
consequence was that the troop went from bad to worse, and committed
such depredations that in the end they had been dismissed from the
service, the wise men at Headquarters declining to have the name of
the organization brought into disrepute in such a scandalous
fashion.
“Our place is only about eight miles out of town,” Ralph proceeded
to explain, as they continued to glide along at a rapid pace, though
the big roomy car certainly did “wobble” furiously, and the lurches
occasionally made on bad pieces of the roadway tried Tubby’s
patience severely, for his breath was knocked out of his body by the
“jouncing.”
“Oh! I’m glad of that!” Tubby was heard to say. Tubby may have had
the supper hour in view when he uttered those words, rather than the
rough bouncing he was experiencing.
“You’ve come in time to see how we knock out some of the stumps in a
piece of former woodland,” remarked the farm boy. “Dad’s doing some
of his plowing with dynamite, just to get in practice for the fall,
when he expects to turn over ten acres that way for an experiment
patch. Yes, and I’ve got heaps and heaps to show you up at my
hatchery and fur farm. I’m already glad you brought your friends
along, Sim. I’ve been hoping to meet some scouts for quite a while;
because, you see, I want to find out in what way they’re different
from other fellows.”
“Oh! get that idea out of your head in the start, Ralph,” Rob told
him, seriously! “Scouts are always boys, just the same, and with a
pretty good dose of fun in them, as you’ll find. If we do have some
ways that are different from the fellows you happen to know around
Wyoming, I want you to find them out for yourself, because a scout
should never boast of anything he’s done.”
“Every one of my chums,” chimed in Sim, proudly, “was just wild to
come along with me when they heard of the stunts you were doing up
here. They’re interested a heap in fur farming. I’ve heard Rob here
talking about it for two years back. You’ll be able to give us lots
of valuable pointers, Ralph; not that any of us consider going into
the business as possible rivals.”
“Shucks! you’re welcome to, if you see fit,” declared the other,
indifferently. “The chances are ten to one against success, unless
you’ve got the right sort of temperament for the job, and, besides,
know all about foxes, and mink, and otter, and skunks. Fortunes can
be made, and fortunes lost in fur farming. It all depends on the way
you go about it. So far I’ve been pretty lucky, if I do say it
myself. Wait a bit until I can show you my plant, that’s all. Here
we are, now, at the entrance of the Jefford Farm.”