Uncle Nat and Auntie Gibbs had been called
and were there to help.

"Get her to the house at once," exclaimed Uncle Nat, as he half carried
Kit ashore. She was trembling so violently that she could not stand.
"I telephoned Dr. Snow what was happening and he said he would come at
once."

Auntie Gibbs stood there wringing her hands and calling on Bet to speak
to her. Smiley Jim snuggled up to the still form of Bet and howled
furiously when she did not call to him.

Phil and Bob carried Bet up the hill to the Manor. At the door they
met Dr. Snow, who without a word began working over the unconscious
girl.

"She'll be all right!" He finally spoke to Auntie Gibbs who was almost
beside herself with fear. "I don't think she's swallowed much water.
It's probably exhaustion more than anything else. Better get her to
bed."

A stimulant injected in Bet's arm soon brought her back to life, and
when Auntie Gibbs had wrapped her in blankets and given her a hot
drink, the blood began to circulate once more and she smiled up at the
old housekeeper.

"Don't worry, Auntie Gibbs, I'm tough!"

And strange to say it was Kit and not Bet who was the more seriously
affected by the accident.

As Doctor Snow relaxed his efforts over Bet, Shirley touched him on the
arm. "Come and see Kit, Doctor. She's sick. Terribly sick, I'm
afraid. She wouldn't let me come any sooner until she knew that Bet
was better."

The doctor hastened after Shirley and found Kit shaking with chills.

"Get a bed ready in a hurry," commanded the doctor and as Auntie Gibbs
flew up stairs, he said:

"Help me here, Phil. We'll carry her right up."

Kit tried to speak but her voice was only a wheezing rasp and ended in
a groan.

When Mrs. Stacey arrived, having been called by Shirley, she was
anxious to get Kit to the hospital, but the doctor refused to have her
moved. "Everything depends on keeping her quiet and warm during the
next few hours."

At six o'clock when Colonel Baxter arrived, he rushed into the house
like a man whose reason had left him. He had heard of the accident and
had been told that Bet was dying, if not already dead.

"Bet! Oh Bet!" he moaned. His face was deadly white. "Bet! Where is
she?"

Shirley was at his side in a moment. "Bet is all right, Colonel
Baxter. She's sound asleep now and seems comfortable. It's Kit we're
worried about."

Colonel Baxter's face looked relieved for a second, then he realized
that