The night to follow was an anxious one to Dave.
Despite the storm, which did not let up for an instant, he remained constantly by his parent's side.
It was daybreak before Amos Fearless was pronounced out of danger.
He still lay in a semi-dazed condition, but his heart-beats were growing stronger every hour.
"In a few days he will probably be able to be around," said the doctor, and then he turned away to hide his troubled looks from Dave.
The youth saw the action and was more worried than ever.
As soon as the storm had abated and something could be cooked, he had a bowl of nourishment made for his father.
The sufferer swallowed a few spoonfuls, and that was all, and even that little went down with difficulty.
"Do you feel better, father?" he asked, soothingly.
Slowly Amos Fearless nodded. His lips moved slightly, but no intelligible sound came from them.