Janus was working cautiously at the captive foot.
"Raise her a little. Whoa! Hold her there."
It was not an easy task for the two girls to follow orders in that
instance, but they did, their faces growing red under the strain.
Hazel was moaning.
"Miss Elting; the smelling salts!" called Harriet.
The guardian passed them up, Jane grasping the bottle and placing it
under Hazel's nostrils.
"Lift a little more. That's enough." Janus was working the ankle up a
little at a time. "Can you hold her?"
"Yes. Tell us when you have freed the foot, please. You will have to
steady her. Hold her feet together, if possible. That will make it
easier for us. We mustn't drop her."
"One more lift and--whoa! It's free!"
Harriet knew that without his saying so. A sudden weight was thrown on
her arms, nearly tipping her over. Harriet's face grew red under the
strain. Glancing up, she saw that the injured foot was indeed free.
"Let go, Jane, but watch her head to see that it doesn't get bumped."
"You can't handle her alone, darlin'. Better let me help you,"
counseled Jane.
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