Hugh hastened to obey; with him went Bob and two of the detectives. The spring was not far distant, and they soon were sousing the handkerchiefs in the clear, cold water. The hats, too, were filled and those made of felt held the water fairly well. A few moments later they were hurrying back toward the spot where the injured man was lying. It had been found necessary to remove the patients farther away from the burning building, for the heat grew more intense every moment. Donovan had so far recovered as to be sitting up. He suffered acutely from numerous burns, but otherwise seemed to be all right. The man whom he had rescued, however, still lay unconscious on the ground. Sergeant Riley now took charge of the operations. He bathed Donovan's face with one of the handkerchiefs and gave him another to suck. Mr. Cook under Riley's instructions poured water from one of the hats upon the other sufferer's face, and then gently sopped it with a handkerchief. As a result of this treatment the soot and grime disappeared and presently it was possible to distinguish his features. Suddenly Mr. Cook started back in surprise. "Come here, Bob," he cried. "See who this is." One glance was enough for Bob. He recognized the man over whom his father was working as Mr. Wernberg. CHAPTER XVI MORE COMPLICATIONS "Who is he?" inquired Sergeant Riley, noting his companion's astonishment. "His name is Wernberg," said Mr. Cook. "I've heard of him," said Riley grimly. "Have you been looking for him?" "I know his name," exclaimed the sergeant evasively. "Well," said Mr. Cook, "he's about done for, I'm afraid. I suppose we ought to get him to a doctor as fast as we can though." "Yes," agreed Riley. "I'll get our car," exclaimed Bob. "Can you bring it in here?" asked his father. "Yes. I'll have it here in ten minutes," and Bob set off at top speed through the woods toward the spot where the automobile had been left. Mr. Wernberg was still unconscious. In fact it was difficult for a time to ascertain whether or not he was alive. More water was brought from the spring and Mr. Cook and Riley continued to minister to the sufferer. Some of the worst of his burns were bound up with strips of shirts offered by members of the party, and his outer clothing was removed. As a matter of fact a large portion of it was so burned that it crumbled to powder at a mere touch. "He's alive," said Sergeant Riley after a few moments. "Then he ought to recover," exclaimed Mr. Cook. "That is, unless he has inhaled some of the flames and injured his lungs in some way." "Only a doctor can tell that," said the sergeant. "Whether he gets well or not, one thing is certain and that is he'll be in the hospital a long time." "That's right," agreed Mr. Cook. "I wish he could talk though."