Nearly exhausted with his violent exertions, Ned at once set about measures to revive the boy, if possible. Both the other lads contributed their best efforts to the same end. In a short time they were rewarded by seeing their chum's eyelids twitch. A gasp and shake of the head told them that Jimmie still lived. Harry threw his hat into the air.
"Hurrah!" he shouted. "Can't kill off a Wolf so easy as that!"
"Jimmie," called Ned, "are you hurt? Can you speak?"
To both questions Jimmie only nodded his head.
"Where are you hurt most, Jimmie? Speak to me if you can!"
"All over!" was the scarcely audible reply. "Great——"
"——Frozen Hot Boxes!" Ned supplied the balance of Jimmie's newest pet expression, and smiled as he observed the grin on the lad's face.
In a moment Harry and Jack were manipulating Jimmie's limbs to discover whether he had suffered a fracture. Then they rolled him over and began to feel cautiously of his ribs and spine.
"Just a case of having the wind knocked out of him!" announced Jack gleefully, as the boys rolled their comrade onto his back again.