CHAPTER VIII.
THEIR FIRST DISASTER "Oh, what has happened ?" begged Anne tremblingly.
"The logs went out," answered Tom briefly.
"Di--did a log hit Hippy ?" questioned Emma.
"I don't know what hit him.

Fetch water," directed Tom, who was fanning the unconscious Hippy with his hat.
Joe Shafto had run down to the stream and, at this juncture, came up to them with a hatful of water, which she handed to Tom.

Grace took Tom's hat from him and did the fanning while her husband was bathing Hippy's face.

The rain had become a misty drizzle and the wind had died out entirely, but the trees were dripping moisture that soaked into the clothing of the Overland Riders more effectively than had the downpour of a few moments before.
It was nearly half an hour before Lieutenant Wingate regained consciousness, and it was some little time later before he could hold a sitting position, for his head was swimming.
"Had we better not get him under his tent ?" asked Grace.
"If there is a tent left, yes.

You folks will remain right here until I return.