He opened the tent flap and was shocked to see Phil lying unconscious on the ground. He raised his voice and called to Nate, who came rushing from the ledge.
“Someone’s knocked Phil out,” he told Nate. “Run and get a pail of water.”
Nate didn’t stop to ask questions, but hastened to do Garry’s bidding.
He had hardly gotten outside the tent, however, when Garry called him back.
“I was so startled I forgot what I was doing for a minute. We don’t need water. Grab a blanket, Nate, and we’ll roll him up in that. A person knocked unconscious suffers a bit of a shock. What he needs now is warmth. There, now he’s covered up. Chafe one of his hands and arms, Nate, and I’ll take the other. We want to start the circulation flowing rapidly.”
They worked swiftly for several minutes, and finally Phil’s eyelids fluttered weakly. Then, as returning consciousness dawned, he struggled to sit up.
“Lie back there quietly and keep still,” ordered Garry.
“No, I’m all right,” protested Phil weakly. Then he thought of something.
“The tourmalines,” he gasped. “Look for them.”
Garry ran to the hole made for the canvas bag.