"Well, I swum!" grunted the guide, getting unsteadily to his feet. "I swum!"
Jane was sitting on the ground, a little dazed from her fall. She stood up and leaned against the tree; then, observing that Harriet's face was pale, she staggered over and sat down heavily beside her friend.
"Oh, what a mess!" she groaned. "Are you hurt, darlin'?"
"No!" Harriet sat up determinedly, but the effort gave her pain. She winced a little, but made no sound.
"My kingdom for a motor car!" cried Jane.
"Let me help you, Harriet." Harriet attempted to rise, but had to sit down again. Jane slipped an arm about her waist and lifted the girl to her feet. "Hadn't you better not sit down, darlin'?"
"I feel better standing up. Hazel isn't much injured, is she, Miss Elting?"
"I can't find that there is anything very serious. I think she must have bumped her head in falling through the tree. She certainly has not added to the beauty of her face."
Hazel shook her head and essayed a smile.
"Did I fall gracefully?" she asked plaintively.