MARGOT UNFURLED THE FLAG
In wild excitement and admiration the watcher leaned out of his window and shouted hoarsely:—
“Hurrah! H-u-r-rah! H-U-R—!”
The cheer died in his throat. Something had happened. Something too awful to contemplate. Adrian’s eyes closed that he might not see. Had her foot slipped? Had his own cry reached and startled her?
For she was falling—falling! And the end could be but one.
CHAPTER VI
A ONE-SIDED STORY
ADRIAN was not a gymnast, though he had seen and admired many wonderful feats performed by his own classmates. But he had never beheld a miracle, and such he believed had been accomplished when, upon reaching the foot of that terrible tree, he found Margot sitting beneath it, pale and shaken, but, apparently, unhurt.
She had heard his breathless crashing up the slope and greeted him with a smile and the tremulous question:—
“How did you know where I was?”
“You aren’t—dead?”