"Phwhat the divil does it all mane?"
"I'll tell you, Mr. Raften," chirped in Guy, as he stole from his safe shelter.
"Oh, ye're here, are ye, Guy? Go and git a rope at camp—quick now," as the tramp began to move.
As soon as the rope came Raften tied the fellow's arms safely.
[486] "'Pears to me Oi've sane that hand befoore," remarked Raften, as the three fingers caught his eye.
Yan was now sitting up, gazing about in a dazed way. Raften went over to his old partner and said: "Caleb, air ye hurrt? It's me—it's Bill Raften. Air ye hurrt?"
Caleb rolled his eyes and looked around.
Yan came over now and knelt down. "Are you hurt, Mr. Clark?"
He shook his head and pointed to his chest.
"He's got his wind knocked out," Raften explained; "he'll be all right in a minute or two. Guy, bring some wather."