“Snowing? It wasn’t snowing when I fell.”
“That was nearly two hours ago.”
“And I’ve been knocked out all that time?” The man fell back on the pine boughs. “No wonder I feel so broken up.”
He closed his eyes, and the boys thought he was going to faint. Chet got some more coffee.
“Here, drink this, it will do you good,” he said, and placed the tin cup to the sufferer’s lips. The man gulped down the beverage, and it seemed to give him a little strength. Presently he sat up again.
“Did you two see me take the tumble?” he questioned, with a weak attempt at a smile.
“I saw you,” answered Andy. “You didn’t come all the way over the cliff. You struck a ledge and hung there, and we got you down and brought you here.”
“I see.”
“We were afraid some of your bones were broken,” put in Chet. “Are they?”
“I don’t know.” Slowly the man moved his arms and his legs. He winced a little.