on he forgot all about it. Say, what makes it so cold in this
room? It's time old Muggs turned on the steam heat."

"Tom! Tom!" said Sam. "Do you know me? Don't you know where you are?"

"Don't I know you? What are you talking about, Sam. Of course I know
you. And Dick! Say, how did you get back to college, Dick? And why
in thunder----? Well, I declare!" Tom sat up and stared at the
campfire and the snow. "How in the name of Washington's sword did I
get here?" he gasped.

"Never mind that now, Tom," answered Dick, taking him by the hand.
"How do you feel? You had a bad tumble, if you'll remember."

"Tumble? Where did I tumble from? Oh I remember--that moving picture
show! Say, that Alaskan scene was great, wasn't it? I thought I'd
like to go to Alaska after some of those nuggets. Funny, wasn't it?"
And poor Tom grinned broadly. "But how did I get here, in the snow and
cold. Say, have I been sick again, Dick?" And now the sufferer looked
sharply at his brothers.

"Yes, Tom, you've been--very sick," answered Dick, slowly. "How do you
feel now? You had a bad tumble, and we were afraid you had been
killed."

"Where did I tumble from, the roof of the dormitory?"

"No, you fell down the mountain side."

"Eh? What mountain side?"

"The one right back of you. But don't bother about that now. Just
take it easy and rest yourself," went on Dick, soothingly.

"Are you sure no bones are broken?" asked Sam, anxiously.

"I don't remember anything about a tumble," said Tom, slowly.
"I--I--thought I was in our room at Brill, old number twenty-five. And
it wasn't winter either. Say, I can't understand all this. Are we out
in the woods back of Brill? Hadn't we better get back? See how it's
snowing."

"We won't go back to-night, Tom," answered Dick. "You just take my
advice and lie down and keep quiet. If you are hungry you can have
something to eat."

"I don't want anything to eat--I had a bang-up supper, the last I can
remember. But I seem to be in a fog. I don't remember anything about
how I got here. And my head hurts to beat the band! Feels as if a lot
of boiler makers were working inside of it!" Tom put his hand up as of
old. "I guess I'll--I'll have to--to leave it all to you!" he went on
faintly, and then fell back on the blanket, completely exhausted.

CHAPTER XXV

THE SHELTER UNDER THE CLIFF

Despite the fact that they were caught in a furious snowstorm, and that