“Shirley!” cried Mr. Willing again, and looked at his daughter in alarm.
At this moment Mabel and Leonard came running up, having outdistanced Mr. Ashton.
Mr. Willing turned to them quickly.
“Dr. Thompson is back there in the paddock,” he said, pointing. “Hurry! and see if you can find him.”
Mabel hurried away in response to this command. She was fortunate enough to find the physician after a brief search, and she conducted him back to where Mr. Willing still held Shirley in his arms.
The doctor laid her gently on the soft ground and bent over her.
“Nothing serious,” he said rising at last. “She seems to have fainted more because of the excitement than anything else. She’ll come to presently.”
Dr. Thompson proved a good prophet. Five minutes later Shirley opened her eyes and smiled up at her father.
“Did we win?” she asked somewhat feebly.
“Yes, you won,” replied Mr. Willing in a low voice. “But, Shirley, why did you do it?”