As the boys came up he stirred and tried to rise.
"He's off his nut," said Ricks, starting to pass on; but Sandy stopped.
"Get a fall ?" he asked.
The strange boy shook his head.

"I guess I fainted.

I must have ridden too hard.

I'll be all right in a minute." He leaned his head against a tree and closed his eyes.
Sandy eyed him curiously, taking in all the details of his riding-costume down to the short whip with the silver mounting.
"I say, Ricks," he called to his companion, who was inspecting the horse, "can't we do somethin' for him ?" Ricks reluctantly produced the short bottle.
"I'm all right," insisted the boy, "if you'll just give me a lift to the saddle." But his eager eyes followed the bottle, and before Ricks had returned it to his pocket he held out his hand.

"I believe I will take a drink if you don't mind." He drained the contents and then handed a coin to Ricks.
"Now, if you'll help me," continued the stranger.