Chapter XXI

Bruce Harcourt looked down at Chester lying on the cot in the cabin which had been built for Janice. Were they really back at headquarters or was this a continuation of the nightmare of the last hours? No. Stephen Mallory bending over the unconscious man was real, so was the smell of antiseptics in the air. The coast missionary gave a final touch to the bandaged arm and straightened. “He’ll be stiff for days, but nothing more serious unless inflammation sets in. I would feel better if he were under the care of a su…