The sobbing voice grew lower, the weight of the head greater, and after a little Rod called loudly for Mukoki and Wabigoon, for there was no longer movement or sound from the form at his feet, and he knew that something had happened to John Ball.

The two Indians were quickly at his side, and together they carried the unconscious form of Ball within the circle of torch-light.
The old man's eyes were closed, his claw-like fingers were clenched fiercely upon his breast, and not until Mukoki placed a hand over his heart did the three know that he was still breathing.
"Now is our time to get him to camp," said Wabi.

"Lead the way with the torch, Rod!" There was not much weight to John Ball, and the two Indians carried him easily.

At the fall the rubber blanket was wound about his head and the adventurers plunged under the cataract with their burden.

It was an hour after that before the old man opened his eyes again.