“He is one of your high-toned sportsmen,” announced Chet. “Some of ’em come up to Maine every fall to hunt.”
“It’s a wonder he didn’t have a guide, Chet.”
“Oh, some of ’em think they can do better without one.”
Suddenly the man opened his eyes wide, stared around for a moment, and then sat up. The change was so unexpected that the boys were amazed.
“Where—Who are you?” he stammered.
“You’ve had a bad fall—came down over the cliff,” answered Andy.
“What? Oh, yes, so I did. I—I——” The man felt of his head. “Why, I’m all bandaged up!”
“You got cut pretty badly,” said Chet. “We’re wondering if you broke any bones.”
“Yes?” The man gave a little groan. “I’m hurt, that’s sure. Oh!” And then he put his hand to his side.
“You had better keep quiet for a while,” said Andy, gently. “It won’t do you any good to stir around. We’d get a doctor, only it’s snowing so we’re afraid we might miss the trail.”