Assuring himself again that Bob was still alive he examined the injured leg. It was badly swollen nearly to the knee and after carefully removing the legging and stocking he found that it was badly lacerated in a couple of places where the sharp teeth had bit through.
“Does it hurt much?” he asked anxiously.
“It’s pretty sore. Think it’s broke?” Bob asked faintly.
“I hope not but it’s hard to tell while it’s so swollen.”
Fortunately Jack could hear a gurgle of water only a few feet away and in a few minutes he had bathed the leg with cold water and bandaged it.
“It’s a good thing we had that first aid kit along,” he finished.
“Yes, one never ought to be without one in the woods,” Bob replied and Jack was rejoiced to note that his voice sounded much stronger.
“Now you lie still while I get dinner,” Jack ordered.
It was surprising in what a short time he could get a meal ready when he was in a hurry and now he exerted himself to the utmost and in a very few minutes they were eating together.
“My, but that tastes good,” Bob declared as he reached for another sandwich.