They placed her carefully on the stretcher and bore her to the hospital. Mrs. Maguire was ready to assist the trained nurse, who was kept ready for just such emergencies.
"The poor little dear!" exclaimed the motherly Irish woman. "Poor little dear!"
Meanwhile, the cavalry charge went on. Estelle had done her part in this. Was it the last part she was to play?
Ruth and Alice asked themselves this as they hurried toward the hospital.
"Oh, if she should be killed!" gasped Ruth.
"Wouldn't it be dreadful? And no one to tell who she really is," added Alice. "We must go to her."
"Yes, as soon as they will let us see her," agreed Ruth.
Dr. Wherry and the trained nurse were busy over the injured girl. A quick examination disclosed no broken bones, but it could not yet be told whether or not there were internal injuries. They could only wait for her to recover consciousness and hope for the best. All that could be done was done.
"Plucky little girl!" murmured Mr. Pertell, when told that Estelle was resting easily, but was still insensible. "She must have seen that she was going to have a bad fall, but she kept on and saved the film for us. We won't have to retake her scene at all—merely cut out the accident. Do your best for her, Dr. Wherry."
"I will, you may be sure."