She was in a sort of little pocket, protected by the fortunate formation of the earth as it fell, yet almost suffocated, weak but conscious.
Aunt Tabby rushed up as Joshua laid down the spade and lifted out
Elaine.
They were about to carry her into the house, when she cried weakly, but with all her remaining strength.
"No—no—Dig! Craig—Walter!" she managed to gasp.
Rusty, too, was still at it. Joshua fell to again. Man and dog worked with a will.
"There they are!" cried Elaine, as all three pulled us out, unconscious but still alive.
Though we did not know it, they carried us into the house, while Elaine and Aunt Tabby bustled about to get something to revive us.
At last I opened my eyes and saw the motherly Aunt Tabby bending over me. Craig was already revived, weak but ready now to do anything Elaine ordered, as she held his hand and stroked his forehead softly.
. . . . . . .
Meanwhile Long Sin had made his way to the automobile where his master,
Wu, waited impatiently.