But the movement of the arm must have caused an instance of consciousness in the man, as he made another faint sound like a sigh or a moan.
“Girls, something has happened to this man, and we have to use our scout-sense to try and carry him out to the air,” said Mrs. Vernon, turning to the girls.
“Oh, dear me! I’m afraid to go any nearer. He may die if we move him,” said Joan, fearfully.
“He’ll surely die if left here alone. It may be days or even weeks before any party again visits this Cave,” said Mrs. Vernon, emphatically.
“How terrible! We just can’t let him die, then,” admitted Julie.
“Do we have to help you?” wailed Ruth, from the rear.
“Betty and you will have to carry the lights, while we three try to carry him,” answered the Captain.
“If only we had a blanket!” sighed Julie.
“It would have been so easy to make a stretcher, then,” added Joan.
“We’ll have to contrive one from my skirt, girls. I have a full skirt on, and the pleats at the belt can quickly be ripped out.”