FIRST AID

By this time the rest of the scouts had scrambled down the bank, much
ashamed of themselves for their recent fear. They were now most
anxious to do all they could to assist the captain. They soon learned
that he was unable to walk, for in addition to his injured knee he had
sprained his ankle. He tried to take a few steps in order to show the
boys that he was not much hurt. But this was more than he could
endure, and he gave a deep groan of pain as he sank down upon the
ground.

"It's nothin', lads," he growled, somewhat annoyed at the accident.
"Yez better go home and git a team to take the bear out. I'll stay and
keep him company till yez come back. He might be jist fooling and will
sneak off into the woods. We can't afford to run any risk."

"We'll not leave you, captain," Rod stoutly protested. "You're soaked
with water, and you'll get a bad cold if you stay here. We'll carry
you home."

"Carry me!" the captain exclaimed in surprise. "Yez couldn't tote a
heavy log like me all that distance."

"We're going to try, anyway. We're scouts, remember, and you have
often told us what to do in a case like this. I guess the bear will be
all right. He looks quiet enough now."

There was nothing for the captain to do but to submit, and though he
growled somewhat at what he called their foolishness, yet he was