"The logs went out," answered Tom briefly.
"Di—did a log hit Hippy?" questioned Emma.
"I don't know what hit him. Fetch water," directed Tom, who was fanning the unconscious Hippy with his hat.
Joe Shafto had run down to the stream and, at this juncture, came up to them with a hatful of water, which she handed to Tom. Grace took Tom's hat from him and did the fanning while her husband was bathing Hippy's face. The rain had become a misty drizzle and the wind had died out entirely, but the trees were dripping moisture that soaked into the clothing of the Overland Riders more effectively than had the downpour of a few moments before.
It was nearly half an hour before Lieutenant Wingate regained consciousness, and it was some little time later before he could hold a sitting position, for his head was swimming.
"Had we better not get him under his tent?" asked Grace.
"If there is a tent left, yes. You folks will remain right here until I return. I am going over to the camp," replied Tom.
"Is there danger?" questioned Grace anxiously.
"I think not. I shall not be gone more than a few minutes."
Tom took his pocket lamp with him, leaving the Overlanders in the dark, for their own lamps were in their packs in the tents. Tom, however, came back inside of fifteen minutes.