"I've got her," Jane called down. "She has fainted. What shall I do?"
"Get her down," urged Miss Elting.
"I can't. She is fast."
"Wait! I will be with you at once," called Harriet. "Will some one
bring a rope, please?" Tommy, Margery and the guardian were scrambling
down the rocks. Janus, having extricated himself from the litter, had
picked it up and was on his way down to where Hazel had fallen by
another path.
"Consarn the luck!" he grumbled. "Can't go a mile without something
breaking loose. Never saw anything like it in all my born days.
Anything wrong there?"
"Yes, seriously wrong," answered Miss Elting.
"Please send the guide up here. We can't get her out without
assistance," called down Harriet.
"Janus!" The guide stepped briskly at Miss Elting's incisive command.
He shinned up the tree without loss of time.
"Well, I swum!" he muttered.
Hazel's injured ankle had caught in a crotch of the tree. She was
lying across one of the thick lower limbs of the tree, unconscious and
with blood trickling from her face. Harriet was trying to get under
her shoulders in order to lift her up somewhat and relieve the strain.
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