MOAK’S ADVENTURE 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. Reckon 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. 
