“Jack?” she called anxiously. Then she saw one limp hand raised feebly. She peered down closer but there was no further movement.
Jack was not dead but unconscious!
She must be revived, quickly. The girls upon the bank were shouting, calling, but Gloria edged up carefully. Then she cupped a handful of water and splashed it upon the deathlike features.
Just a fluttering of the eyelids rewarded this test. Then Gloria took her sail in both hands, held it bravely to the breeze and drove back to the shore, where frantic companions awaited, helpless.
“Oh!” yelled Pat, “didn’t—you—see—”
“I have her! She’s here!” called back Gloria, sailing in like some heroic war maiden, clad only in her thin underslip, but unmindful of the dripping water and the cutting frosty air.
“Gloria!” came a blend of voices.
“Be careful,” she answered. “I guess—she has—fainted!”
GLORIA HELD HER “SAIL” WITH BOTH HANDS
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