"Sure thing. See there, that burns all right, I guess. Now, I'll put it here in the shelter of this stump, while I look into things." "You won't leave me here, Jerry? You ain't that kind of a feller, I know?" Andy was evidently alarmed. He could not but remember that there had been bad blood between this lad and himself for a long time. Indeed, some recent events that were not at all to his credit, must have cropped up to make him anxious. "Not much. Say, you just had the escape of your life, I tell you. This heavy limb almost hit you in falling. If it had, then it would have been one, two three for you. You seem to be held down mostly by small branches," observed Jerry, after he had made a critical examination. "Do you think you can get me out, Jerry?" asked the other, very humbly. "Easy. Just you wait, and when I tell you what to do, go ahead." With that he started operations. By breaking off the smaller branches one at a time, he gradually weakened the network that was binding the prisoner. Every obstacle, however small, that was removed, made things easier. And finally Jerry gave a pull at the imprisoned boy. Andy let out a howl of pain, but all the same he came free. "My arm!" "I'm going to look at that now, right away. If it is broken the sooner you get back to Centerville and see a doctor the better; but, somehow, I've got a notion it's only badly bruised. Here, bend it back, so I can slip it out of the sleeve." With much misgiving and many exclamations of agony, Andy did as he was told. The other then examined it from one end to the other. "Talk to me about luck, you've got cause to be mighty thankful, Andy. There are a lot of bruises here, but no bones broken," declared Jerry. "Sure you ain't mistaken, Jerry--'cause it's awful sore?" groaned the other, and yet there was a trace of gratitude in his voice. "Make up your mind it's so. Now, the question is what are we going to do the rest of the night? I was in a hollow tree, but there isn't room for two. Might manage to make a fire somehow, and stand it out. Think you can walk now, Andy?" Jerry unconsciously thrust a supporting arm around the waist of the other, and steadied his steps as they moved slowly off. In so doing he was heaping coals of fire upon the head of his adversary. Andy grunted now and then as some jolt gave him new pain; but on the whole he was very quiet. Perhaps his mind was busy and his conscience working overtime. So they reached the hollow stump. "Here's where I was camped all through the storm, and mighty lucky for you that I lost my way when out hunting. Now wait till I dig out some of that dry wood from the inside. It will make a capital start for a fire." Jerry set to work with a vim. In five minutes he had a cheery little blaze going, and more wood drying out close beside it. From time to time other fuel was added to the fire until it reached such proportions that it eagerly devoured any sort of stuff they chose to feed it.