"Seems
to me it is discolored somewhat there."
"Sure enough!" cried Arnold. "Give him first aid for drowning. That may
start his heart action. He isn't shot after all!"
"Hurray!" responded his chums in chorus, quickly putting into action the
suggestion of Arnold. They worked quickly and effectively, their
training standing them in good stead at this time.
Before many seconds had passed, Jack opened his eyes, gasped weakly and
then sat up on the edge of the bunk. Blinking his eyes, he put his hand
over his heart. Arnold shouted for pure joy.
"Hurrah, Frank!" he cried up the companion-way, "Jack is coming to! What
do you think of us for life-savers?"
"You can't mean it!" incredulously protested Frank.
"Well we just do mean it and I for one am awful glad!"
"So are all of us glad!" declared Tom. "I was worried for a while. It
looked as if you were going to stay out, Jack!"
The boys were capering about in glee over Jack's recovery though his
smile was still a trifle wan and drawn. Slowly, however, his strength
returned. He accepted and drank with eagerness the cup of steaming
coffee proffered by Arnold as a restorative.
"Thank you, Scout!" smiled Jack. You're a master hand at the cooking!
What hit me? I felt quite a blow."
"You were shot," declared Harry. "The pirate schooner shot at us, you
remember, and then they had to shoot you, but we can't find any hole
where the bullet went in. You're only bruised."
"Ha!" exclaimed Jack.
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