“Where am I?”
“Right here at Long Beach,” came the answer. “Here, let me put my coat about you. You look pretty cold. How do you feel?”
“I guess so,” answered Bobby, not even opening his eyes.
Then the rescuer took the child, wrapped as he was in the heavy coat, and folded him to his bosom. He held the boy tight. Bobby soon began to warm up.
“Where am I?” he inquired once more, opening his eyes as he spoke.
“I told you we were at Long Beach, didn’t I?”
“Maybe you did. Say, didn’t you pull me out of the water?”
“I did, and not a second too soon, either. Now look here, Johnny. The color is coming back to your face. But you must get that chill out of you. Here, you must stretch your legs. Take my hand.”
Bobby at first was barely able to walk. But gradually his strength returned, his strength and his smile. But neither lasted long.
“Say! I’m getting so tired!” he remarked after a few quick turns. “Would you mind if I lie down?”