"Are you hurt anywhere else, except your head?" I asked.
"No," she said. "I have had a bad shock and my head is cut, but I can move all my limbs; so I guess there are no broken bones."
Her head looked worse than it was, with a gash cut in it and her hair matted down with blood.
"I don't dare bathe the cut," I told her, "because the water may be full of germs, and besides I haven't anything to bathe it with. The book says to be careful about that."
"What does the book say about my washing my face?" said she, and she didn't wait for an answer.
It didn't take long to put on a sterilized dressing and bandage her up in good shape. Then, with Skinny on one side and I on the other, she managed to walk to a low place on the river bank, where Mary was waiting, and climb up.
Mrs. Richmond said so much about how we had saved her and her little girl, it made us feel foolish.
"That ain't anything," Skinny told her. "That's what Scouts are for."
"It may be a long time before a doctor gets here," I said, after a little. "He will have to come from North Adams or Readsboro. And that conductor is getting worse every minute. If you will help me, Skinny, I'll try to put splints on his leg."
You see, I had practised with the splints more than some of the boys had. They were all for saving folks from drowning.