This was no mean task and it was a good half hour before the man opened his eyes to stare about him.
"I—I—where am I?" he stammered.
"Yer safe," answered Watson, laconically.
"That tree—Did I go over into the hollow?"
"No."
"How did I escape?"
"Allen Winthrop saved ye."
"He did!"
"Yes, Slavin; he's yer best friend, if ye only know it," went on the old hunter warmly.
"But I—don't—don't understand."