The old hunter looked up.

For a moment he stared into the blood-smeared face of his friend; then he sprang to his feet, and caught him by the arm.
"Yes, I got it," nodded Aldous cheerfully.

"I went out for it, Mac, and I got it! Get out your emergency kit, will you?
I rather fancy I need a little patching up." MacDonald uttered not a word.

From the balsam lean-to he brought out a small rubber bag and a towel.

Into a canvas wash-basin he then turned a half pail of cold water, and Aldous got on his knees beside this.