MOAK'S ADVENTUKE 47 



was crossing this here rock slide, up the side th' 

 mountain a piece. She started down and I come 

 with her. That there's about how it happened. 

 When I picks myself out of the debriss I finds this 

 leg like she is now. Eeckon hit's strained a mite. 

 So I set here an' waited for you all. Lucky I landed 

 by a stream and had a plenty of tobacco with me, or 

 I might-a-tried to crawl in, an' that wouldn't-a-been 

 bueno." 



We made a crutch for Bob after a little and by 

 dint of much " boosting," and frequent rests, he 

 managed to make camp in a couple of hours. 



But it was a week or more before he could use his 

 leg at all and some time longer before he cruised 

 regularly again. 



The incident brought home to us the necessity of 

 constant watchfulness while alone in the hills. It 

 didn't take a very great stretch of imagination to 

 picture situations far worse than that into which 

 Bob had been thrust. 



