Meanwhile, Bob went to Frank's aid, assisting him to a chair,
bringing him water from a spring in a corner of the inner cave and
fanning him with his sombrero.
None of the three boys had suffered more serious injuries than
bruises, but Frank had been badly battered in the encounter with his
heavier opponent and the muscles of his left shoulder had been
severely strained.
Despite the mauling he had received, Frank wanted to go and inspect
his beloved airplane at once and Bob, the co-owner with him, was
equally eager. Jack, however, protested.
"No, sir," said he firmly, "you are in no condition to go chasing off
down this rocky slope. The airplane isn't going to fly away. It's in a
pocket in the hills that nobody is going to discover. And, anyhow,
there is nobody around in this desert place to do any discovering.
"Moreover," he continued, "it is almost morning now. We all have been
riding all night and with this fight coming on top of everything else,
we are thoroughly tired out. So, instead of any more conversation
tonight, I propose that we turn in and go to sleep, leaving one man on
guard. At the end of two hours he can call another fellow, and in that
way we can all get four or five hours sleep.
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