boy was, and what had brought him to Cabin Point.
Jerry had already started to question the panting lad, and the other
was trying to explain, although his words came in jerks and disjointed
sentences.

"I'm Sandy Moogs--my dad's a woodchopper--workin' now up yonder 'bout
three miles--tree fell on him--broke his leg, he reckons--in a heap o'
pain--can't hardly crawl--knowed you-uns was at Cabin Point--sent me
to git help--he sez as how he'll bleed to death by mawnin' if he ain't
helped--I hopes as how you'll kim along with me--he's my dad, you
know!"

The four exchanged looks when this pitiful story was unfolded in
gasps. It was a foregone conclusion that they would go, for never had
the Outdoor Chums rejected an appeal for assistance.

CHAPTER XXII

FIRST AID TO THE INJURED

"Of course we'll all go, Frank!" Bluff was saying, almost before the
boy who had given his name as Sandy Moogs finished speaking.

Frank had to decide without much waste of time, and he did so in his
customary sensible way.

"This woodchopper is probably a pretty husky sort of fellow, as most
of them are," he said, loud enough for the others to hear; "and if
he's in such a bad shape we may even have to carry him all the way
here, so as to look after his hurts, and keep him out of a storm."

"We could make a litter and carry him, you know, Frank," suggested
Jerry.

"Just what I had in mind," the other agreed.

"And it would need four to carry a heavy man for a long distance," was
Will's comment; "so that means we must all go along."

"Then we'll call it settled," Frank decided.

"How about supper?" came from Jerry, faintly, as though he felt bound
to mention such an important matter, and yet at the same time
experienced more or less shame about seeming to be greedy.

"Have to wait until we get back," the leader announced. "If anybody is
near the starving point right now let him pick up some crackers to
munch as he trots along."

No one seemed willing to display such weakness, for there was only a
rush to get hats and coats, while Frank made sure of the camp hatchet
and some heavy twine, as well as a piece of strong canvas that could
be used in making the stretcher on which the injured woodchopper was
to be carried.

By this time the small boy had managed to get his breath. He looked
pleased on discovering that the campers meant to respond so handsomely
to his appeal for aid. It could be plainly seen that Sandy cared
grea