The boy then turned his attention to Ruth, and after spattering some of the water on her face, forced a small quantity of it between her lips, and then fell to chafing her and hands and wrists. In a few moments the color returned to her face and she opened her eyes.
She cast a frightened glance around, and then seeing that Garry was standing over her, laughed weakly.
“Guess that’s the first time I ever fainted in my life. Oh, I’m so glad to see you, but I kept up hope all the time that you and the boys would come. Are they with you?”
“No, I’m here alone; but that doesn’t matter as long as you’re safe and sound. Just tell me one thing. Who brought you here?”
“It was Jean LeBlanc,” answered Ruth.
“I was pretty sure it was,” said Garry, “I just wanted corroboration.”
The man who called himself Simmons was stirring around, easing his cramped muscles and restoring the circulation to his arms and legs.
Now he approached Garry and said:
“Look, young chap, have you anything to eat with you? I haven’t had a bite since yesterday noon, and neither has this girl here.”
“Yes, I’ve plenty. Just wait until I get my knapsack outside.” And Garry was about to get it, when he was interrupted by Ruth.