Can he be lost and still wandering round?
That is not likely, and we begin to suspect trouble.

The small herd is directed campwards, and some of us again scout round, halloing and shouting, but keeping our eyes well "skinned" for anything on the ground.

At last, by the merest chance, we come on something; no doubt what it is--the body of a man.
"Hallo, Pete! What's the matter ?" He stirs.

"Are you badly hurt ?" "Dog-gone it, fellows, glad to see you! My horse fell and some cattle ran over me.

No! I ain't badly hurt; but I guess you'll have to carry me home." The poor fellow had several ribs broken, was dreadfully bruised, and his left cheek was nearly sliced off.