“There!” exclaimed Mrs. Bonnell, as a tremor of the white eyelids, and a gentle sigh, told that consciousness was returning. “She’s coming to!”
“Ah!” breathed Phil in relief. He had been under a great strain.
Natalie opened her eyes.
“What happened? Did I— Oh, I remember,” she gasped. “I fell out of the boat. How silly!”
“Not at all!” exclaimed Marie. “How do you feel?”
“Rather—rather weak,” was the answer.
“She ought to have a warm drink,” exclaimed Mabel. “Oh, if we could only make a fire, and heat some coffee!”
“We can make a fire,” said Phil, “but the coffee is out of the question. We’d better get back to camp. It was all my fault. I should have looked where I rowed.”
“No, I got in the way,” declared Blake. “I should have told Nat to sit down on the bottom of the canoe, instead of on the seat, but she wanted to improve her paddle stroke.”
Natalie shivered as she sat up. A little color was beginning to show in her cheeks.