A RECORD .RUN il 
in answer to the signals. Presently Brown’s long, 
shrill scream came echoing through the woods, and 
a few moments afterward he and Frazer reached me. 
They carried water and a flask of whiskey. I took 
all of each that was good for me. 
Then I briefly and rather shamefacedly related 
the day’s chapter of incidents. 
“‘T’m sure glad nothing more serious happened,’’ 
remarked Frazer shortly, when I had finished. 
“‘We thought perhaps you might have been hurt. 
For Heaven’s sake don’t get ambitious again. We 
can’t afford to lose any cruisers at this stage of the 
game.’’ 
Another swallow of water and a last pull at the 
flask and I made shift to climb the ridge, by easy 
stages. We reached camp at ten o’clock. 
I fell asleep almost instantly, lay like a log till 
morning and awoke able to do a light day’s work. 
But it was some time before I regained my normal 
self-conceit, and still longer before the camp grew 
tired of guying me on my ‘‘record run.”’ 
