Herbert looked at Isabelle, then he swept them all with a chieftain’s glance, and remarked:
“Tommy fell into the pool, an’ nearly drownded himself. Get me?”
They nodded.
“Make a stretcher with crossed hands.”
His men obeyed.
“Now, you girls, move him onto our hands.”
They all worked except Isabelle, who never moved.
“Quit. I want to walk,” said Tommy.
“All right, Tommy. You fell into the pool.”