get some water. When he came back Captain Moore and Joe were rubbing Darry's wrists. The water was dashed into the unconscious youth's face, and soon he gave a gasp and opened his eyes.
"The deer?" were his first words.
"You are safe," said the captain reassuringly. "The deer is dead."
"Oh!" Darry uttered a sigh of relief. "I was thinking he was goring me to pieces."
"You had a narrow escape," put in old Benson. "If it hadn't been for the captain he would have mauled you for certain. Didn't you hear me yell to be careful?"
"I thought it would be an easy matter to bring him down, after he was wounded," said Darry, still gasping for breath.
"Any bones broken?" questioned Captain Moore.
"I—I guess not." Darry gave a sigh and sat up. "How did Joe make out?"
"I am all right," answered that individual. "Benson did the trick for me though. Benson, I owe you a good deal."
"And I owe you a good deal," said Darry, turning to his cousin.
"I'm glad I came up, Darry," answered the young captain. "After this both you and Joe
