Mr. Duncan was quickly taken up to the sanitarium on a stretcher and Tom followed.

“You must have made a record run,” observed one of the physicians a little while afterward, when Tom was telling of his trip while waiting in the office to hear the report on the hunter’s condition.

“I guess I did,” muttered the young inventor “only I didn’t think so at the time.  It seemed as if we were only crawling along.”

CHAPTER XII

SUSPICIOUS CHARACTERS

Under the skill of the physicians at the lake sanitarium Mr. Duncan’s wound was quickly attended to and the bleeding, which Tom had partly checked, was completely stopped.  Some medicines having been administered, the hunter regained a little of his strength, and, about an hour after he had been brought to the resort, he was able to see Tom, who, at his request, was admitted to his room.  The young inventor found Mr. Duncan propped up in bed, with his injured arm bandaged.

“Is the injury a bad one?” asked Tom, entering softly.

“Not as bad as I feared,” replied the hunter, while a trained nurse placed a chair for the lad at the bedside.  “If it had not been for you, though, I’m afraid to think of what might have happened.”

“I am glad I chanced to be going past when you called,” replied the lad.

“Well, you can imagine how thankful I am,” resumed Mr. Duncan.  “I’ll thank you more properly at another time.  I hope I didn’t delay you on your trip.”

“It’s not of much consequence,” responded the youth.  “I was only going to see that everything was all right at our house,” and he explained about his father being at the hotel and mentioned his worriment.  “I will go on now unless I can do something more for you,” resumed Tom.  “I will probably stay at our house all night to-night instead of trying to get back to Sandport.”

“I’d like to send word to my wife about what has happened,” said the hunter.  “If it would not be too much out of your way, I’d appreciate it if you could stop at my home in Waterford and tell her, so she will not be alarmed at my absence.”

“I’ll do it,” replied our hero.  “There is no special need of my hurrying.  I have brought your gun and compass up from the boat.  They are down in the office.”

“Will you do me a favor?” asked Mr. Duncan quickly.

“Of course.”

“Then please accept that gun and compass with my compliments.  They are both of excellent make, and I don’t think I shall use that gun this season.  My wife would be superstitious about it.  As for the compass, you’ll need one in this fog, and I can recommend mine as being accurate.”

“Oh, I couldn’t think of taking them,” expostulated Tom, but his eyes sparkled in anticipation, for he had been wishing for a gun such as Mr. Duncan owned.  He also needed a compass.

“If you don’t take them I shall feel very much offended,” the hunter said, “and the nurse here will tell you that sick persons ought to be humored.  Hadn’t they?” and he appealed to the pretty young woman, who was smiling at Tom.