"Maybe he's only fainted," suggested Paul. "Rub some snow on his face."
Dick tried this, but it was evident that Dutton was semi-conscious from the effects of some injury.
"What shall we do?" asked Paul, who was not used to acting in emergencies.
"We've got to get him to the academy as soon as possible."
"Maybe we had better take him back to the Weatherbys. That's nearer."
"Yes, but they wouldn't know how to take care of him. He needs a doctor. No, what we've got to is to get him on my horse. He's stronger than yours, and can carry double. Then you ride on ahead and tell them to send a carriage."
Paul realized that this was the best thing to do, and the two, after some difficulty, hoisted Dutton to the back of Dick's steed. Then Dick mounted behind him, and, supporting in his arms the unconscious cadet, he set off through the snow. Paul galloped on ahead, urging his horse to a sharp gait, and made good time in reaching the academy.
There he found considerable confusion, and no little alarm, not only over the absence of Dutton, but over that of Dick and himself.
Paul quickly explained how he and his chum had become lost, and told how they had found Dutton. A carriage was at once sent out, and soon the injured lad was in the hospital, where an
