“Back at the cabin—in a dead faint. That is, he was when I left. But how’d you—”
“Never mind now,” returned the boy. And shaking out his pony, he raced ahead, Mr. Jay following as best he could.
Just as Ted appeared in sight, Phil opened his eyes, and as the sound of hoof-beats reached him, he looked questioningly at Joy.
“Why, it’s Ted himself!” cried the girl, in amazed delight.
At the words Phil sprang to his feet, but, as he assured himself of their truth, he sank down again.
With a cry of concern, Ted leaped from his pony and knelt beside his brother. Frantically he and the girl worked over Phil, and at last he recovered consciousness.
“Ted!” “Phil!” And the brothers embraced lovingly.
When their composure had been restored, Ted related his experiences while the others marvelled at his escape.
“Better let me lend you a rail,” commented Mr. Jay. “You can drag that and it will pull up the brush. It’s slower, but it’s safer.”
“Thanks, we will,” smiled Ted. “But I guess we’ll let the clearing go till tomorrow. I think I’ll take a vacation the rest of the day.”