He then led the animals off to one side,
where he secured them to trees. The driver then walked slowly along
the bank to join the others of the party.
Suddenly Jane McCarthy cried out sharply, "Who's that?"
A series of little splashes had been heard out in the river; then, out
of the gloom, grew the dim outlines of a moving figure.
"Who is it?" cried Miss Elting, scarcely daring to trust her voice.
"It is I. What is all the excitement about?" called a familiar voice.
"Harriet!"
A chorus of screams greeted Miss Elting's cry. Four girls and their
guardian, regardless of the wetting they were receiving, rushed
helter-skelter into the river, throwing themselves upon the staggering
Harriet. They snatched her up, carrying her ashore despite her
struggles and protests. They laid her down on the packs, each trying
to do something for their companion whom they had believed to be lost.
"For goodness' sake! what is the matter?" demanded Harriet, sitting up.
"Lie still, dear," urged Miss Elting. "You will be all right in a few
moments."
"All right? There is nothing the matter with me, except that I'm wet
and cold.
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