She was blushing with confusion and shame.
“Oh, what have I done!” she whispered, thinking how she had flung herself on her knees and lifted his head before this crowd.
Two policemen were near. One asked Frank if he hadn’t better go to a hospital and should he send in a call for an ambulance?
“No, no!” exclaimed Merry. “Don’t do it, officer! I am all right—not a bone broken, and scarcely an abrasion. Move these staring people along, and then we’ll get away from here as soon as possible.”
Then, as the two policemen scattered the crowd, Frank spoke to the girl.
“You have done nothing unladylike, Miss Dugan.”
“What will you think of me?” she gasped.
“What I have always thought—that you are one of the bravest girls I ever met. You saved my life once. Did you think I could forget that?”
“I did not know.”
“But you forgot to keep your promise—you never wrote me a line.”