It seemed that nobody knew. There was nothing to be done--nothing but keep him covered up and warm. "Boys," a lumber-jack proposed, "how's this for an idea?" They listened. "We can pray for the man," said he, "who's always praying for us." They managed to do it somehow; and when Higgins heard that the boys were praying for him--_praying_ for him!--he turned his face to the wall, and covered up his head, and wept like a fevered boy. THE END