"I can't see a thing anywhere," was Andy's answer. "Wonder how long it will last." "Several hours, maybe." "I don't see how we are going to get a doctor to come here while it is like this." "Better not try to find one. If you go out, you may lose your way." They replenished the fire, and cut a good stock of wood, and then sat down to watch the man. In one of his pockets they found a card-case. "His name is Barwell Dawson," announced Andy, "and he comes from Brooklyn." "What business is he in?" "It doesn't say." That the stranger was rich was quite evident. He wore a fine gold watch and chain, and an elegant diamond ring. In one pocket he had a wallet filled with bills of large denomination. "He is one of your high-toned sportsmen," announced Chet. "Some of 'em come up to Maine every fall to hunt." "It's a wonder he didn't have a guide, Chet." "Oh, some of 'em think they can do better without one." Suddenly the man opened his eyes wide, stared around for a moment, and then sat up. The change was so unexpected that the boys were amazed. "Where--Who are you?" he stammered. "You've had a bad fall--came down over the cliff," answered Andy. "What? Oh, yes, so I did. I--I----" The man felt of his head. "Why, I'm all bandaged up!" "You got cut pretty badly," said Chet. "We're wondering if you broke any bones." "Yes?" The man gave a little groan. "I'm hurt, that's sure. Oh!" And then he put his hand to his side. "You had better keep quiet for a while," said Andy, gently. "It won't do you any good to stir around. We'd get a doctor, only it's snowing so we're afraid we might miss the trail." "Snowing? It wasn't snowing when I fell." "That was nearly two hours ago." "And I've been knocked out all that time?" The man fell back on the pine boughs. "No wonder I feel so broken up." He closed his eyes, and the boys thought he was going to faint. Chet got some more coffee. "Here, drink this, it will do you good," he said, and placed the tin cup to the sufferer's lips. The man gulped down the beverage, and it seemed to give him a little strength. Presently he sat up again. "Did you two see me take the tumble?" he questioned, with a weak attempt at a smile. "I saw you," answered Andy. "You didn't come all the way over the cliff. You struck a ledge and hung there, and we got you down and brought you here." "I see." "We were afraid some of your bones were broken," put in Chet. "Are they?" "I don't know." Slowly the man moved his arms and his legs. He winced a little. "All right but my left ankle," he announced. "I reckon that got a bad twist. Beats the Dutch, doesn't it?" he added, with another attempt at a smile. "It's too bad," returned Andy.