After a while Barwell Dawson sat up again, and gladly partook of the food offered to him. His injuries consisted of a hard shaking up, a bruised ankle, and several cuts on his head. "I am thankful that no bones are broken, and that I did not get killed," he said, and then he requested them to give the details of the rescue from the ledge. The boys related their story, to which he listened closely. "It was fine of you to get me down," he declared. "Fine! I'll have to reward you." "I don't want any reward," answered Andy, promptly. "Nor do I," added Chet. "Well, you ought to let me do something for you," persisted the one who had been rescued. "You might tell us of some of your hunting adventures," said Andy, with a smile. "I'd like to hear about hunting in the far West and other places." "So would I," added Chet. "If I had the money, I'd like to do like you have done, travel all over the world and hunt." And his eyes glistened with anticipation. "What do you do now?" "Nothing at present. We can't get an opening at any of the lumber camps." "I understand business is very dull this season." After that Barwell Dawson asked for more particulars concerning the boys, and they told him how they were situated. He was surprised to learn that Chet was practically alone in the world. "It is certainly hard luck," he said, kindly. "You must let me do something for you." Then, after his ankle had been bathed in hot water, and bound up, the hunter and traveler told them of his trips to various portions of the globe, and how he had hunted deer and moose in one place, bears and mountain lions in another, and tigers and other wild beasts elsewhere. He had two very interested listeners. "It must be great!" murmured Chet. "Oh, that would suit me down to the ground--to go out that way!" "I have made one trip to the north," continued Barwell Dawson, "and I am soon going to make another." "You mean to Canada?" queried Andy. "Not exactly. I am going to Greenland, and then into the polar regions. I want to hunt seals, polar bears, and musk oxen." "You'll be frozen to death!" "Hardly," answered the hunter. "On my previous trip I stood the cold very well, and this time I shall go much better prepared. Somehow, I like hunting in the Arctic Circle better than hunting anywhere else. Besides, I wish to--But never mind that now," and Barwell Dawson broke off rather abruptly. Then he told a story of a hunt after polar bears that made Chet's eyes water. "That's the stuff!" whispered Chet to Andy. "That beats a deer hunt all hollow!" "Yes, provided the polar bear doesn't eat you up." "Huh! I'd not be afraid. I don't believe a polar bear is any more dangerous than a moose." "I saw a moose just before I had the tumble," said Barwell Dawson. "I climbed up the cliff after him, but I couldn't get very close. I took two shots at him, but he got away."