Carl had come nearer. Barnes rose and grasped his sound hand.
“You’ve earned the thanks of us all, old man,” he said.
Carl flushed.
“It was nothing. We—we’ve got to get her back to the house.”
“I’ve sent for the doctor,” said Barnes. “When I saw Aladdin come back riderless I knew there was trouble.”
He returned to the girl.
“Think you can make your feet?”
“I—I’ll try.”
He placed his arm about her waist and she stood up. But she could not rest her weight upon her left ankle.
“Put your arm around my neck,” he commanded.