"You're not my brother. Let me go. I haven't any brother. I never saw you before."
"Oh, Blossom!" came a cry beside them.
Lennon's glance darted aslant.
Carmena had risen to a sitting position with her arms outstretched toward Elsie. Her face was white from pain, and she was swaying—but she was sitting upright. Realization of what that meant burst upon Lennon like a flood of golden sunshine.
He dropped on his knees to fling a supporting arm about the girl's shoulders.
"Dearest, it's not true—not true that you—— Your back! You're able to rise!"
Carmena lowered her gaze from her bewildered sister.
"What, I——" she murmured. "Why, so I am! There was a snap, and then, oh, such a pain! It must be the bone had only slipped. That twist snapped it back into place."
"But the pain, dear?"
"It's getting better. It's good pain. It proves I'm alive again—all alive. Raise me up, Jack. I want to see if I can stand."