he could.

"Your father is a big strong man, Sandy, and like as not he knows
something of the way to stop some of the bleeding by using a rag
twisted around a stick and pressed down on the artery. Most woodsmen
do, I've found. He'll be all right, Sandy. And boys, let's all give a
loud whoop. It may encourage the poor fellow some to know we're
coming along."

Accordingly they united their strong young voices in a brave shout
that could easily have been heard half a mile away. Although they
listened they did not hear a reply. A woodpecker screamed as he clung
to a rotten treetop; some saucy crows scolded and chattered as they
craned their necks and looked down on the line of passing boys; but
all else was silence.

Sandy was evidently worried because of this, but Frank reassured him.

"He doesn't want to waste what strength he has in shouting, Sandy; but
three to one we'll find him waiting for us to come along. How far are
we away now?"

"Oh! it's just over there at t'other side of that rise!" gasped the
boy.

They pushed quickly on, increasing their pace if anything, such was
the anxiety they were now beginning to share with poor Sandy Moogs,
the woodchopper's son.

"I see him!" cried sharp-sighted Jerry.

"There, he waved his hand at us, Sandy, so you see he's all right!"
added Frank, only too glad of the opportunity to relieve the pent-up
feelings of the dutiful son of the injured man.

In another minute they had reached his side. Frank and Will began
immediately to busy themselves with attending to his injury. Bluff and
Jerry, taking the hatchet, started to hunt for the proper kind of
poles with which a litter could be framed.

Frank instantly saw that the man had suffered a serious injury. Not
only was the leg broken but the flesh had been badly lacerated, and he
had lost a large amount of blood.

It turned out just as Frank had said, for the woodchopper, after Sandy
had run away to seek aid, had bethought himself of a way to stop some
of the bleeding. His method of procedure was crude, but it had been on
the well-known tourniquet principle of applying a bandage with the
knot resting as nearly as possible on the artery above the wound, and
then by twisting a stout stick around and around increasing the
pressure as far as could be borne.

When Frank saw what he had done he told the man his action had likely
enough been the means of saving his life, for in the two hours that
had elapsed since the boy