I couldn't see the door, dragging him after me. Then I did something I
never thought I could do, but maybe you've noticed you can do most
anything when you have to. I just stood up, then fell down again,
coughing and choking, and my ears were buzzing all the time. But I
didn't care, I just stood up again with him hanging to me, and I grabbed
the window sill and dragged him half way across it and with his head
outside, and then I staggered and tried to grab something and my eyes
were stinging and, oh, I don't know, all of a sudden my head knocked
and I didn't know any more.

Mr. Ellsworth says that Doc ought to write the rest of this chapter, but
he wouldn't, and it's just like him. The next thing I knew I was sitting
on the lowest step and Connie Bennet was holding my head. "You're all
right," he said, "but you got a good bump. You were only there a few
seconds."

"Did you pull me out?" I said. "Where's, Wig?"

"Doc brought him around," he said, "he got him breathing, then it was
easy. We couldn't find Artie."

Maybe it was funny, but just then I didn't seem to be thinking about
Artie. I felt my head and found I had a big bump on it.

"I should worry about that," I said. "Where's Wig?"

Then I got up and went around the cabin to the forward deck and there
were all the fellows and Wig sitting up and Doc Carson holding him
and moving: him, so as to keep him breathing--scout fashion.