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He opened his eyes slowly and saw Tom kneeling over him. On a rock stood the cage of straw burning cheerily. On the cage lay the twigs and on these, two solid bits of hard wood, not yet ignited. The place looked horrible in the light, a light which it had never known before.
"You're all right, old man," Tom said feelingly; "I ought to have got here sooner, but you're all right. What happened?"