Some one else was on the shed, and Jo knew vaguely that it was Sadie. They had both come to help her. Well, it was just in the nick of time!
Between them, the chums managed to get the unconscious woman over the window sill and on to the shed roof outside. Jo, relieved of her burden, scrambled over herself.
She stood there for a moment breathing in deep breaths of the pure evening air. Then she looked toward the invalid.
The latter was stretched out on the shed, her head pillowed on Nan's arm. Nan was crying over and over again that they had come too late; that her aunt was dead.
Sadie looked on dumbly at the scene, frightened and not knowing just how to help.
Jo pushed her aside and knelt beside the invalid.
"She isn't dead. Look, Nan. She's breathing, and there's color in her face!"
Nan's face brightened and she raised the helpless head that rested on her arm.
"If we could only get her down off this shed!" Sadie Appleby was looking nervously at the black smoke that rolled from the window. "The fire may break out any minute!"
"How are we going to get her down the ladder?" Nan waved her hand helplessly. "Not one of us is strong enough and there's no one else in sight."