46 THE LOG OF A TIMBER CRUISER 
‘(We might as well wait until morning now,’’ de- 
cided Frazer; ‘‘I don’t think there’s anything to 
worry about. Bob’s pretty careful. Probably he 
got caught by darkness and thought !.v’d better lay 
out over night. With a fire it isn’{ ch of a hard- 
ship.’’ 
So we postponed action till next day, when all of 
us but the baseline crowd set out early to hunt for 
the missing cruiser. Two parties were formed, one 
to follow Bob’s outward line, east from his first sta- 
tion, the other to begin at the second station and 
run out the line along which he should have made his 
return run. 
Frazer, Wallace and myself formed the second 
party, which proved the more successful of the two, 
for we found our man before we had gone a mile. 
He was seated at the bottom of a rock slide, in a 
little canyon, smoking his pipe and gazing with im- 
mense disgust at his left leg, which was evidently out 
of commission. 
Before we could question him in regard to his ac- 
cident he removed the corncob pipe from his mouth 
and inquired truculently, ‘‘Got any whiskey?”’ 
We produced the flask brought for just such an 
emergency and the injured man took a long drink, 
wiped his lips on the back of his hand and said: 
*‘Reckon you all think I’m goin’ into my second 
childhood, hey?’’ 
‘‘How did it happen?’’ queried Frazer. 
“‘T just natchelly slipped,’’ replied Moak. ‘‘I 
