Willy Horse grabbed up Hippy with apparent ease, and raised him to his own back just as he would shoulder a dead deer.
"Git Big Boss!" he shouted, and began struggling shoreward with his burden.
In the meantime Spike had sprung to Tom Gray, but despite his great strength he did not succeed in shouldering Tom.
"Give a hand here!" he bellowed.
The lumberjacks reached him at this juncture and, together, Spike and his companions brought the unconscious man towards the shore.
Then the spiling gave way under the strain that for several minutes had been put upon it, and the dam went out with a crash and a roar, accompanied by a series of terrifying explosions.
It would have been an awesome sight to the Overland Riders had not their attention, at that moment, been centered on the lumberjacks.

The jacks reached the shore only a few seconds before the structure gave way and the logs, hurtled into the air, fell splashing into the flood below the dam.

Hippy and Tom were borne up the bank and laid on the ground.
"Are--are they dead ?" gasped Emma.
"No," answered Miss Briggs, who had placed a finger on the pulse of each.
"Please carry them to the bunk-house," directed Grace in a strained voice, after Willy Horse had run quick fingers over the heads of the two victims.
"Big Friends bump heads! Much all right soon, mebby," he grunted, walking along beside Hippy as the jacks started with him and Tom towards the house.
It was but a short time after their arrival there, however, when both regained consciousness.

Neither Tom nor Hippy knew whether they had been hit by the log that struck the gate-lever, or whether they had been made unconscious by their fall into the water.

Both came to in a severe chill and were put to bed in the bunk-house, warmed with hot drinks and blankets, and soothed until they fell asleep.
The lumberjacks stood about awkwardly, and the Indian hovered near, his stolid face reflecting no emotion.