Miss Elting believed that the girl had succeeded in
reaching the bank of the river. Jane had thrown herself down beside
the unconscious guide and was at work making heroic efforts to bring
him back to consciousness. The driver already was struggling to get to
his feet. Tommy hopped up, and, hurrying to him, gave such assistance
as her strength would permit.
The driver staggered; after walking a few steps he leaned against the
side of the bridge with both hands pressed to his forehead. Tommy
regarded him wonderingly. His head was still dizzy; he had no clear
conception of what had occurred.
By this time the guardian had gone to Jane's assistance and was
pressing a bottle of smelling salts to the nostrils of Janus Grubb.
Janus twisted his head uneasily, as though to get away from the pungent
odor of the salts.
"He will be all right in a few moments, I think. I wish we had some
water," murmured Miss Elting.
Jane ran to the wagon. She returned with a rope and a pail. Tying the
rope to the pail, she lowered the latter through the opening in the
floor. A few moments later she presented a pail of water to Miss
Elting, which the guardian sprinkled little by little over the face of
their guide.
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