IN WHICH TOM IS FOUND
Guided by his brother's voice Sam at last found Dick. As the latter
had said, he was wedged between two tall trees and in anything but a
comfortable position. And how to release him was a problem.
"I guess I had better climb up and bend one of the trees over by my
weight," suggested Sam. "I don't see any other way."
"All right, Sam. Only be careful and don't fall and let the tree snap
back on me," answered Dick, weakly. In his cramped position he could
scarcely breathe.
With great care Sam ascended the slimmest of the two trees, pushing it
as far away from the other as possible. As he went up his weight told,
and presently the tree commenced to bend down, away from the other.
"That's better--now I can move a little," cried Dick. "Go on! There,
that's enough. All right, Sam, you can come down." And then Dick
scrambled out in the snow and his brother joined him.
"Did you see anything at all of Tom?" asked the youngest Rover, as soon
as both could get their breath.
"Not a thing, Sam. But I saw the tree that fell--it's caught on the
cliff above here."
"Yes, I saw that--just before I took a tumble."
"Then you fell too?"
"Only from the last cliff. I landed in a tree and then some bushes,
and got pretty well scratched. But come on, if you're able, and we'll
look for Tom."
"What's that bundle you have strapped to your back?"
"I brought a little food along, in case we had to stay down here until
to-morrow."
"I see. Wait, we'll light a torch first--we can't do much in the dark."
Dry brushwood was to be had in plenty, and the boys not only lit
torches, but also made a fire, to light up the scene all around them
Then they set off on their hunt, going up and down the base of the
cliff for several hundred feet. It was now snowing so furiously that
progress was difficult.
"We'll be snowed in, that's certain," remarked Sam, as they moved
about, swinging their torches to the right and left.
"I don't care--if only we find Tom, and he isn't seriously hurt,"
returned his brother.
"But it's no fool of a thing, to be snow-bound in Alaska, Dick! I've
heard of miners being starved to death--not being able to get anywhere
for food!"
"Yes, I've heard of that, too. But do you want to give up this hunt
for Tom?"
"Indeed not! I'll stick it out no matter what comes!" answered Sam,
quickly.
As they moved along Dick presently saw what he thought was a rock or
mound of dirt in front of him, covered with snow. He was about to step
over it, when something prompted him to scrape at the object with his
foot. The next instant he let out a cry.
"It's Tom!"
"Are you sure?" gasped Sam, who was a few yards away.
"Yes! yes! Here, hold my torch," went on Dick, and as Sam took the
light, Dick knelt in the snow and raised up the inanimate form. It was
Tom, true enough, with an ugly cut on his forehead, from which the
blood had been flowing.
[Illustration: "HERE, HOLD MY TORCH," SAID DICK. _The Rover Boys in
Alaska._]
"Is--is he de--dead?" asked Sam, hoarsely.
"I--I don't know, Sam," was the slow answer. "You lead the way and
I'll carry him back to where we built that fire."
"Oh, Dick, can't you tell if he is breathing?"
Dick put his ear to Tom's breast and for a moment there was a painful
silence.
"I think he is breathing, Sam, but I am not quite sure. We'll get to
the fire, and give him something hot to drink."
Sam led the way through the snow, carrying both torches, and Dick came
after him, with the inanimate form of poor Tom over his shoulder. In a
few minutes they reached the fire they had made, and Sam piled on some
additional brushwood. Sam had rolled the food and other things he had
brought along in a blanket, and this covering was now placed on the
snow and Tom was laid on it, partly under the shelter of some bushes.
The two brothers got down and worked over the unconscious one for over
a quarter of an hour. They had a bottle of a stimulent the doctor had
given them for Tom, and now they forced a dose of this down the lad's
throat. Then they rubbed his hands and wrists. Gradually they saw a
change in Tom. He began to breath a little deeper and muttered
something in an undertone.
"Tom! Tom!" cried Dick. "Don't you know me? Tom! It's Dick and Sam!
Wake up, old man, that's a good fellow!"
"Oh, my head! Oh, my head!" came, with a groan, and the sufferer
slowly stretched himself. Then he put one hand up to his forehead.
"Oh, dear, what a crack I got!"
"Never mind, Tom, you'll soon be yourself," cried Sam, a big relief
showing itself in his voice. Tom wasn't dead, perhaps after all he
wasn't seriously hurt.
"Oh, my head!" was all the answer Tom made just then. He opened his
eyes for an instant and then closed them again.
"Wonder if he will know us?" whispered Sam to Dick.
"I hope so," was the answer. "But come, we must do all we can for him.
I don't think we can move him very far. But we'd be better off if we
were in the shelter of that cliff."
"Wait, I'll hunt up a spot, Dick. But hadn't I better fire a shot
first?" And Sam told of the signals that had been arranged.
"Yes, give 'em two shots," said the big brother. "If we want help
later we can fire some more." And the shots were discharged without
further delay.
This done, a shelter close to the cliff was selected. Here they cut
down some brushwood with a hatchet Sam had brought along, and formed a
barrier to keep out the wind and snow. Then another campfire was built
and Tom was brought over and placed on the blanket, in a warm and cozy
corner.
"Oh, my head!" he muttered, over and over again. Of a sudden he sat up
as if in bewilderment. "Where am I?" he cried. "Is it time to get up?
Say, Sam, I wonder if I've got time to write that theme I didn't do
last night. Songbird said he would give me a few pointers, but I
reckon he forgot all about it. Say, what makes it so cold in this
room? It's time old Muggs turned on the steam heat."
"Tom! Tom!" said Sam. "Do you know me? Don't you know where you are?"
"Don't I know you? What are you talking about, Sam. Of course I know
you. And Dick! Say, how did you get back to college, Dick? And why
in thunder----? Well, I declare!" Tom sat up and stared at the
campfire and the snow. "How in the name of Washington's sword did I
get here?" he gasped.
"Never mind that now, Tom," answered Dick, taking him by the hand.
"How do you feel? You had a bad tumble, if you'll remember."
"Tumble? Where did I tumble from? Oh I remember--that moving picture
show! Say, that Alaskan scene was great, wasn't it? I thought I'd
like to go to Alaska after some of those nuggets. Funny, wasn't it?"
And poor Tom grinned broadly. "But how did I get here, in the snow and
cold. Say, have I been sick again, Dick?" And now the sufferer looked
sharply at his brothers.
"Yes, Tom, you've been--very sick," answered Dick, slowly. "How do you
feel now? You had a bad tumble, and we were afraid you had been
killed."
"Where did I tumble from, the roof of the dormitory?"
"No, you fell down the mountain side."
"Eh? What mountain side?"
"The one right back of you. But don't bother about that now. Just
take it easy and rest yourself," went on Dick, soothingly.
"Are you sure no bones are broken?" asked Sam, anxiously.
"I don't remember anything about a tumble," said Tom, slowly.
"I--I--thought I was in our room at Brill, old number twenty-five. And
it wasn't winter either. Say, I can't understand all this. Are we out
in the woods back of Brill? Hadn't we better get back? See how it's
snowing."
"We won't go back to-night, Tom," answered Dick. "You just take my
advice and lie down and keep quiet. If you are hungry you can have
something to eat."
"I don't want anything to eat--I had a bang-up supper, the last I can
remember. But I seem to be in a fog. I don't remember anything about
how I got here. And my head hurts to beat the band! Feels as if a lot
of boiler makers were working inside of it!" Tom put his hand up as of
old. "I guess I'll--I'll have to--to leave it all to you!" he went on
faintly, and then fell back on the blanket, completely exhausted.