The four exchanged looks when this pitiful story was unfolded in gasps. It was a foregone conclusion that they would go, for never had the Outdoor Chums rejected an appeal for assistance.
CHAPTER XXII
FIRST AID TO THE INJURED
"Of course we'll all go, Frank!" Bluff was saying, almost before the boy who had given his name as Sandy Moogs finished speaking.
Frank had to decide without much waste of time, and he did so in his customary sensible way.
"This woodchopper is probably a pretty husky sort of fellow, as most of them are," he said, loud enough for the others to hear; "and if he's in such a bad shape we may even have to carry him all the way here, so as to look after his hurts, and keep him out of a storm."
"We could make a litter and carry him, you know, Frank," suggested Jerry.
"Just what I had in mind," the other agreed.