"Can't you move, Sarah dear?" Dorothy pleaded, "If you only could,
perhaps we could make a hand chair and carry you."

"Oh, it would kill me. My leg is surely broken. I can feel the bone. Oh,
dear! Oh dear me! What shall I do? What shall I do?" and the unfortunate
girl burst into hysterical weeping--

"I'll run and get a wagon--or a carriage--or something," Tavia said
nervously, for she was very much frightened at Sarah's condition.

"They never could drive in this rough place," Dorothy sighed. "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