"Listen!
There is Joe. Call him. He will help us."
In a moment Joe Dale was beside his sister.
"Why, a man must carry her, of course," he declared promptly, "I just
met Ralph Willoby--"
A shrill whistle from Joe, followed by his calling loudly the young
man's name, soon brought Ralph to the scene.
"Oh, I am so glad it is you!" said Dorothy. "You will know just what to
do, and we--don't want--a crowd."
By this time Sarah showed signs of fainting; her breath came in gasps
and her face was very white.
"Run over to the spring Joe, and fetch a cup of water," Ralph commanded.
"Now, Miss Ford, you must put your head down flat on the grass--this
way. There, that's it. Now try to straighten out so that you can breathe
better."
But every move that the suffering girl tried to make caused her such
pain that Dorothy fell upon her knees and tried to fan a breath into her
white face, to prevent her, if possible, from becoming unconscious.
"Here's Joe, with the water," exclaimed Tavia, running to meet the boy,
and hurrying back with the cool liquid.
Ralph pressed the drink to Sarah's lips, while Dorothy waited to bathe
the pale face with what water might remain in the cup.
"Oh!" sighed Sarah. "I feel--better. I thought I was going to die."
"You were faint," Ralph exclaimed.
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