had gone.

"Thank--thanks," he gasped, weakly.

"Now don't try to talk until you get your breath," Dave advised him.
"Here, drink some of this. It's warm, but it's wet."

Dave carried with him a water canteen, and this he now put to the lips of
the man. The latter drank greedily.

"That's good," he whispered. He lay back weakly, Dave supporting him in
his arms. The man's eyes closed, and Dave feared he was about to faint.
Quickly the young cowboy whipped off his coat, and folding it in pillow
shape, put it on the rocks, and laid the man's head down on it.

The stranger opened his eyes.

"Don't be alarmed," he said. "I'm not going to die. I'm just getting my
breath back. I was hanging there a good while I guess."

He closed his eyes again, and moved his foot--the one that had been caught
between the rocks.

A groan came through his clenched teeth and tightly pressed lips, and,
accompanied by a sudden wave of whiteness that made his face paler than
before, a shudder passed over him.

"He's fainted this time, for keeps," decided Dave, grimly.