"Ralph!" whispered Dorothy.
"You are all right now," the young man assured her, putting his arm
firmly around the trembling girl, "if you feel faint I can carry you. Do
not try to walk."
The noise of the falls was gone now--the sky was all black.
"Oh," gasped Dorothy, "I can't hear, or see, I am--"
It was welcome oblivion, however painful that clutch at her heart.
She could not remember--was it Ralph, or the squire?
She had been thinking how brave Ralph was--But now she could not think,
it was all dark night!
CHAPTER XIX
A SURPRISE TRIP
When Ralph Willoby carried his senseless burden to the platform, where,
so short a time before, the girl had been as merry as any of her
playmates, Squire Travers determined upon one thing--to form a
searching party of all the boys to scour the woods from tree to stump
and if possible run down the villain who had attacked Dorothy.
The fainting girl was soon revived by the careful ministrations of Miss
Ellis, assisted by pupils following her directions; and, before the
half-conscious girl realized what had happened to her, the boys were
running through the woods, led by the squire and Ralph, bent on finding
Anderson.
But such reflections were of little use now that the harm was done.
Dorothy was very weak indeed.
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