"Now we'll have to go to work like lightning to save you." "How are you going to do it ?" asked Tom coolly, though he felt decidedly queer over the startling news.
"Hazelton," demanded Rutter, turning upon the other cub engineer, "have you nerve enough to put your lips to that wound, and draw, draw draw as hard as you can, and keep on until you've drawn all the poison out ?" "I have," nodded Harry, sinking to his knees beside his chum.
"I'll draw all the poison out if I have to swallow enough to kill me." "You won't poison yourself, Hazelton," replied Rutter quickly, as one of the chainmen came near with the recaptured pony.

"Snake venom isn't deadly in the stomach---only when it gets into the blood direct.

There's no danger unless you've a cut or a deep scratch in your mouth.

Spit the stuff out as you draw." Having given these directions, Jack Rutter turned, with the help of one of the chainmen to fasten a blanket behind the saddle to make a sort of extra saddle.

The blanket had been lying rolled at the back of the saddle.
Harry, in the meantime, without flinching, performed his task well.