Lyndsay put a strong arm around him, and, thus aided, they were soon at the shore, where Michelle in Carington’s canoe lay ready beside Lyndsay’s.
“Mr. Carington’s hurt,” said Lyndsay, and in a few words explained the matter.
Carington, too weak and dazed to resist, or indeed to care, found himself in a minute in Tom’s boat with Lyndsay, while Rose and Jack followed in Michelle’s canoe.
“Down-stream,” said Lyndsay, “and hurry, my men.”
“Where are you taking me?” asked Carington, feebly.
“To the Cliff Camp, of course, my dear fellow. We are going to get even on the bear business.”
“You are very good.” He was in dreadful pain, but even this did not prevent the pleasant reflection that he was to be under the roof with Rose Lyndsay.
“By George!” he added, “it hurts.”
“I know well enough,” said Lyndsay. “You are not bleeding, however. I still have one of these leaden hornets in me. It takes the pluck out of a fellow, at first.”
“I should think it did!” said Carington.