"Mont Gray!" he shrieked. "Oh, Mont, Mont, are you dead?"
CHAPTER XIII.
OVER THE FALLS
Jack was never so amazed in his life as when he discovered that the pale, senseless form that he had dragged upon the tree beside him was no less a person than his friend, Mont Gray. But at that moment, he did not stop to question how the young man had gotten into a position similar to his own. His one thought was whether or not his friend was alive.
He placed the body as comfortably as possible on the fork of the tree, and then watched eagerly for some sign of life.
There was a cut upon Mont's brow, and presently a few drops of blood oozed from the wound, and trickled down his cheek.
Jack took this as a good sign, and he was not mistaken, for a few seconds later the young man gave a deep sigh, and slowly opened his eyes.
"Where am I?" he asked, faintly.
"Here with me, Mont," replied the young machinist, bending over him. "Don't you know me?"
"Jack!" was the low response. "Oh, how my head hurts! Where are we?"