Together they got Nell on the dock.
“She is dead!” sobbed Amy, as they worked over her feverishly. “No live person ever looked like that!”
“See that bruise on her forehead?” whispered Jessie. “Amy, I think, I believe, she was unconscious when she struck the water.”
The bruise was up close to her hair, swollen and turning black. It stood out startlingly in the pallor of her face.
Panic-stricken, Jessie was about to rush to the lodge for help and some stimulant from the medicine chest when Amy called to her.
“She moved! Oh, Jess, come here quick! There is color in her face.”
Jessie returned and sank quickly to her knees, taking Nell’s cold, inert hand in both her warm ones.
“Nell, Nell, open your eyes!” she begged. “Tell us you are all right!”
As if that urgent call could not be denied, Nell opened weary eyes and looked vaguely about her.
“What is the matter?” she asked faintly, sitting up and putting a hand to her head. “I fell—I can’t remember——”