"Take hold, you owl-faced sleepy-head!"
Jasper did so, and with difficulty elevated the cot a few inches above the body of Harriet.
But that was enough! Like a flash Jane bent down and dragged Harriet from her perilous position and out into the open air.
Harriet lay on the wet ground gasping for breath. She was completely exhausted. Her hair was a tangled mass, her face was scratched and bloody, her wrapper was badly torn.
"Get away from here!" commanded Crazy Jane, turning on Jasper almost savagely, and Jasper lost no time in obeying her. "Are you much hurt, darlin'?" she begged grasping one of Harriet's hands in both her own.
"Oh! Wa—ait till I ge—t my breath," gasped Harriet.
"Take your time. Oh, I'm so glad. I thought I'd never get you out."
Harriet roused herself.
"Is Harriet all right?" cried the anxious voice of Hazel Holland.
"Yes, she is, but don't you bother her," warned Jane. "She's all in."