"It's no use; you'll not be able to go home," said Cassie.
"But what on earth will I do? I can't stay here."
"We'll have to rig up an ambulance," said Tom, now a little more self-possessed.
"You can not do that," answered Stanton, feebly, glad to again lay his head in his sister's lap.
"Sha'n't I take you on my back?"
"No; even if you were able to carry him all the long distance, he could not endure it. See how faint he is," Cassie whispered. "Besides, I am so afraid the cut may start again. Leave us both here, Tom, and go home as fast as you can; they will find some method for getting him back."
"And let you be all alone with him perhaps half the night? Suppose—suppose—" He could not say the words, but his anxious glance at the pale face and ghastly spots of blood betrayed his fear.
"It can not be helped. I see no other way."
"Aren't you afraid?"
Cassie smiled a little as she said: "Yes, I am. But there's no help for it."