"When he really does breathe—my, he must be glad when you do get through with him!"—she panted; "then you begin to work on his circulation, I suppose."
"Correct, ma'am. Rub him from his feet upward so as to drive the blood toward the heart and pack him around with hot water bottles and hot cloths. Give him some coffee to drink and put him to bed in a room with plenty of fresh air."
"He would be tired out, I should think, after having his arms waved around for hours."
"He is," agreed Ethel Blue.
"They generally go right to sleep from exhaustion."
"I'm not surprised. Personally I think I'd rather be rescued before these vigorous measures had to be applied to me."
"The best way to rescue a person who gets over his depth is to grab him from behind."
"So he won't grab you."
"Throw yourself on your back. Put your arms above your head with the backs of the hands together."