The day was nearing an end, and there was some talk of getting supper ready when a cry from Jerry outside the cabin brought the others hurrying forth.
They found him talking with a small boy who seemed greatly excited, for his face was peaked and white, and terror could be seen in his dilated eyes.
Apparently he had hurried in a veritable panic through the forest, for he had various scratches on his face, and a lump on his forehead showed where he had struck a stone after tripping over a root or a vine.
Naturally Frank and the other two were at once filled with curiosity to know who the boy was, and what had brought him to Cabin Point.
Jerry had already started to question the panting lad, and the other was trying to explain, although his words came in jerks and disjointed sentences.
"I"m Sandy Moogs--my dad"s a woodchopper--workin" now up yonder "bout three miles--tree fell on him--broke his leg, he reckons--in a heap o"
pain--can"t hardly crawl--knowed you-uns was at Cabin Point--sent me to git help--he sez as how he"ll bleed to death by mawnin" if he ain"t helped--I hopes as how you"ll kim along with me--he"s my dad, you know!"
The four exchanged looks when this pitiful story was unfolded in gasps. It was a foregone conclusion that they would go, for never had the Outdoor Chums rejected an appeal for a.s.sistance.
CHAPTER XXII
FIRST AID TO THE INJURED
"Of course we"ll all go, Frank!" Bluff was saying, almost before the boy who had given his name as Sandy Moogs finished speaking.
Frank had to decide without much waste of time, and he did so in his customary sensible way.
"This woodchopper is probably a pretty husky sort of fellow, as most of them are," he said, loud enough for the others to hear; "and if he"s in such a bad shape we may even have to carry him all the way here, so as to look after his hurts, and keep him out of a storm."
"We could make a litter and carry him, you know, Frank," suggested Jerry.
"Just what I had in mind," the other agreed.
"And it would need four to carry a heavy man for a long distance," was Will"s comment; "so that means we must all go along."
"Then we"ll call it settled," Frank decided.
"How about supper?" came from Jerry, faintly, as though he felt bound to mention such an important matter, and yet at the same time experienced more or less shame about seeming to be greedy.
"Have to wait until we get back," the leader announced. "If anybody is near the starving point right now let him pick up some crackers to munch as he trots along."
No one seemed willing to display such weakness, for there was only a rush to get hats and coats, while Frank made sure of the camp hatchet and some heavy twine, as well as a piece of strong canvas that could be used in making the stretcher on which the injured woodchopper was to be carried.
By this time the small boy had managed to get his breath. He looked pleased on discovering that the campers meant to respond so handsomely to his appeal for aid. It could be plainly seen that Sandy cared greatly for his father, and now that the prospect of the injured man"s being a.s.sisted had grown brighter, the boy felt greatly relieved.
After all, only a brief time elapsed before they were ready to start.
Frank had of course seen to it that Doctor Will carried along some of his stock in trade, in the shape of bandages and liniment. They would certainly be needed, for the boy had a.s.sured them that his father was losing considerable blood because of his wound.
"You"re certain you can take us straight to the place, are you, Sandy?" asked Frank, just as they were ready to start.
"I sh.o.r.e kin do that same!" replied the st.u.r.dy little chap. "I was born in the woods, and never got lost even onct. I smell my way dark nights."
This last a.s.sertion amused Bluff and Jerry, but Frank knew what the boy meant. He had been given an intuition that never failed him in so far as direction was concerned. If asked a question in connection with any point of the compa.s.s he could reply with positive accuracy, and without the slightest hesitation.
Watching how he made his way along, Frank soon ascertained that the boy was actually leading them over the very route he had taken in making for Cabin Point. He proved this several times by pointing out where he had fallen when an unseen vine caught his foot; or made a little detour in order to avoid some th.o.r.n.y bushes that had scratched his face and hands on the other occasion.
One mile, two, had been pa.s.sed over, and still the boy led them on.
Sandy had called it about three miles, and since he was so remarkably clever at woodcraft in so far as direction went, Frank hoped his knowledge of distance might be equally accurate.
No one complained. Even Will, who was less robust than his mates, and not as accustomed to hurrying along through dense woods, shut his teeth hard together and persevered. He had been sensible enough to leave his camera behind, Frank having convinced him that it would be an unnecessary burden, for if they had to carry the wounded man all that distance back to the cabin they would find their hands full without other impedimenta.
After more time had elapsed the question was put to the boy.
"Are we nearly there now, Sandy?"
""Most nigh the place," came the prompt reply. "This here"s the burnin" where the charcoal was made last year. On"y a little furder, an" we"ll be up to dad. And oh! I hopes he"s alive yet, I sh.o.r.e does!"
Frank of course comforted him the best he could.
"Your father is a big strong man, Sandy, and like as not he knows something of the way to stop some of the bleeding by using a rag twisted around a stick and pressed down on the artery. Most woodsmen do, I"ve found. He"ll be all right, Sandy. And boys, let"s all give a loud whoop. It may encourage the poor fellow some to know we"re coming along."
Accordingly they united their strong young voices in a brave shout that could easily have been heard half a mile away. Although they listened they did not hear a reply. A woodp.e.c.k.e.r screamed as he clung to a rotten treetop; some saucy crows scolded and chattered as they craned their necks and looked down on the line of pa.s.sing boys; but all else was silence.
Sandy was evidently worried because of this, but Frank rea.s.sured him.
"He doesn"t want to waste what strength he has in shouting, Sandy; but three to one we"ll find him waiting for us to come along. How far are we away now?"
"Oh! it"s just over there at t"other side of that rise!" gasped the boy.
They pushed quickly on, increasing their pace if anything, such was the anxiety they were now beginning to share with poor Sandy Moogs, the woodchopper"s son.
"I see him!" cried sharp-sighted Jerry.
"There, he waved his hand at us, Sandy, so you see he"s all right!"
added Frank, only too glad of the opportunity to relieve the pent-up feelings of the dutiful son of the injured man.
In another minute they had reached his side. Frank and Will began immediately to busy themselves with attending to his injury. Bluff and Jerry, taking the hatchet, started to hunt for the proper kind of poles with which a litter could be framed.
Frank instantly saw that the man had suffered a serious injury. Not only was the leg broken but the flesh had been badly lacerated, and he had lost a large amount of blood.
It turned out just as Frank had said, for the woodchopper, after Sandy had run away to seek aid, had bethought himself of a way to stop some of the bleeding. His method of procedure was crude, but it had been on the well-known tourniquet principle of applying a bandage with the knot resting as nearly as possible on the artery above the wound, and then by twisting a stout stick around and around increasing the pressure as far as could be borne.
When Frank saw what he had done he told the man his action had likely enough been the means of saving his life, for in the two hours that had elapsed since the boy left him he might have bled to death.
Will of course was quite in his element now. If there was one thing in which he excelled besides taking pictures it lay along the lines of medicine and practical surgery.
Indeed, Frank himself was only too glad to take orders from the other chum at such a time as this, although he too knew considerable about caring for gunshot wounds, broken bones, and such accidental happenings as are apt to occur in the woods.
While the two amateur surgeons labored to the best of their ability to stop the bleeding, and set the broken bones, at least temporarily, Bluff and Jerry had taken a little saunter around the place looking for stuff that could be utilized in making the litter.
"Here"s where a hickory tree was cut down a year or two back," said the former, finally, "and all around the old stump new growth has set in. Some of it is as much as an inch or more thick."