"I—I'll be all ri—ight Don't worry," gasped Harriet.
She struggled to a sitting posture. Then her head drooped forward. Her arms fell limply at her sides, and with a little moan Harriet toppled over, unconscious.
CHAPTER XXI
A DAY OF EXCITEMENT
"Get back!" commanded Crazy Jane, pushing a crowd of girls away. "Do you want to smother the poor child?"
"We must get her into one of the tents," declared Mrs. Livingston.
"Wait till she comes to," answered Jane, turning Harriet over on her back so that the rain, which was falling in a fine drizzle now, might beat on the face of the unconscious girl.
Now Harriet began to move her head from side to side to avoid the drizzle that was beating into her face. Soon her eyelids began to quiver. Her breathing became stronger. Mrs. Livingston was kneeling beside her, chafing the girl's hands and smoothing back the tangled hair from her white forehead.
"I think she should be carried in to one of the tents now," said the Chief Guardian.