Jack was not far away, and at his sister's call he hurried to her.
Ray had taken Cecilia's head in her lap, while Cora was trying to
lift the unconscious girl from her bent-up posture in the narrow,
roadside, grass-grown ditch.

"Oh, the poor dear!" sighed Cora. "To think that our sport should
have - "

Cecilia was opening her eyes.

"Clip! Clip, dear!" whispered Cora. "Try to - wake up!"

Cecilia did try - she put her hand to her dazed eyes.

"Here! Let me lift her," commanded Jack, slipping down on the
other side into the deep grass and without any apparent effort
lifting Cecilia up. With one long step he reached the road. Then
for a moment he seemed uncertain - should he lay the girl down, or
carry her to a machine?

"Oh, I can stand," she said faintly. "I am much better now. What
- happened?"

"You happened," answered Jack, so dismissing the question. "Just
keep still, and we will have you around directly. This is where
you beat the motor girls." He was now helping her to her feet.
"You may ride back with the motor boys."

"Are you better?" asked Ray anxiously, stroking Cecilia's white