For after a long and arduous task the Doctor began to show signs of returning life, and at last opened his eyes and stared about him like one who had just awakened from a dream.
“What—what has happened?” he asked. “Did—did I slip from the rocks, or have I been asleep?”
He shuddered, and struggled into a sitting position, then thoroughly comprehending after a few minutes what had passed:
“Who saved me?” he asked quickly.
The Beaver seemed to understand the drift of the question, for he pointed with a smile to Bart.
“You?” exclaimed the Doctor.
“Oh, I did nothing,” said Bart modestly. “I saw you floating down towards me, and tried to pull you on a rock; instead of doing which, you pulled me in, and we swam down together till I got near the shore, and then I could do no more. It was the Beaver there who saved us.”
The Doctor rose and grasped the chief’s hand, wringing it warmly.
“Where’s Joses?” he said sharply.
No one knew.