“No, he’s got on his feet again, and keeps right along,” Jack Durham declared. “Bully for Peter; he’s got the grit all right.”
The boy came staggering toward them. He was, indeed, a piteous sight with his clothes burned in many places, his face fiery red from the heat, and his limbs fairly tottering under him.
He pushed aside the tin cup of cold water Hugh held out to him.
“Save—the kids—they’re in between the rocks at the Dry Spring—couldn’t fetch ’em any further. Oh! please go,” and with that Peter collapsed in a heap.
CHAPTER X.
AT THE DRY SPRING.
“Why the poor boy has fainted!” exclaimed the widow.
Arthur Cameron was quickly bending over Peter.
“I’ll bring him around, Hugh, and look after him,” he said. “Do something for the kids out there in the woods. Let me have that tin cup of cold water, please.”
Knowing that Arthur could be trusted to do the right thing by the exhausted boy, Hugh turned to Mrs. Heffner.
“Did you hear what he said, ma’m?” he demanded.