Gradually the events preceding his collapse grew clear to him, and he retraced recent happenings up to the appearance of the grizzly. Of his delirious attack upon the monster, he had, of course, no recollection. "I must get up and find out where this is, and how I got here," was Rob's first thought, and with this intention he rose to his feet. To his intense astonishment, the room instantly whirled dizzily about him, and the earthen floor seemed to rise and smite him in the face. What had happened was that the weakened boy had fallen headlong. As he lay there, a hearty voice rang out in an amused tone: "Hello, hello! Pretty weak, ain't you, for a boy who wanted to fight grizzlies with his bare hands?" Rob looked up. The big form of Jeffries Mayberry stood framed in the doorway. He came forward and, gently as a woman, placed Rob on the couch. "Why--why, it's Mr. Mayberry!" gasped Rob, as his eyes fell on his companion's kindly, bearded features. "Yes, it's me, right enough," laughed the Indian agent. "And now, if you'll lie quiet for a minute, I'll see how some rabbit stew is getting along. How does that sound?" "Fine!" smiled Rob, and, indeed, the mention of food had set all his appetite on edge again. "But see here, Mr. Mayberry, I don't want to be babied this way. I'm going to get up and----" "You are going to do nothing of the sort," exclaimed the Indian agent. "Here, Ranger." Again he gave the peculiar whistle, and Ranger's dainty head appeared inquiringly in the doorway. "Watch that boy, Ranger, and if he tries to get up--grab him!" With these words, the kind-hearted Indian agent vanished, to superintend the composition of the stew he was making over a camp fire outside. "Well," thought Rob, "this is a funny situation. I'm in a hut, and haven't the least idea how I got here. A horse is set to guard me, and---- I wonder," he went on, "if that horse is really a watch dog, or if that was just a bluff." It was a good evidence of Rob's returning vitality that he stretched out a foot to test Ranger's watchfulness. Instantly the sharp, pointed ears lay flat back on the horse's head, and the whites of his eyes showed menacingly. "I guess I'll stay here!" laughed Rob. As soon as he resumed his posture, Ranger's ears came forward, and the kind light came back into his eyes. "I've heard of horses that were broken that way," thought Rob, "but this is the first I have ever seen." Had Rob known it, such horses as Ranger--animals trained to the same wonderful pitch of intelligence--are not uncommon in the Southwest. Presently Mr. Mayberry appeared with a bowl of what to Rob smelled more appetizing than anything he had ever known. "Ah-h-h-h-h!" he exclaimed, as his nostrils caught the savor.