"She's all in."

"I--I'll be all ri--ight Don't worry," gasped Harriet.

She struggled to a sitting posture. Then her head drooped forward. Her
arms fell limply at her sides, and with a little moan Harriet toppled
over, unconscious.

CHAPTER XXI

A DAY OF EXCITEMENT

"Get back!" commanded Crazy Jane, pushing a crowd of girls away. "Do you
want to smother the poor child?"

"We must get her into one of the tents," declared Mrs. Livingston.

"Wait till she comes to," answered Jane, turning Harriet over on her back
so that the rain, which was falling in a fine drizzle now, might beat on
the face of the unconscious girl.

Now Harriet began to move her head from side to side to avoid the drizzle
that was beating into her face. Soon her eyelids began to quiver. Her
breathing became stronger. Mrs. Livingston was kneeling beside her,
chafing the girl's hands and smoothing back the tangled hair from her
white forehead.

"I think she should be carried in to one of the tents now," said the Chief
Guardian.

"Sure," agreed Jane, gathering Harriet into her arms and staggering away.
She shook her head vehemently as half a dozen girls sprang forward to help
her with her burden.

Harriet struggled from the friendly arms of Jane.

"I--I can walk," she said weakly. Jane threw an arm about her waist and
led her into the nearest tent, followed by Mrs. Livingston and more than
twenty Camp Girls.

"You had better all go to your tents, dry yourselves and get into bed,"
advised the Chief Guardian. "We don't want any of our Camp Girls to become
ill, you know. Miss Burrell will be all right now, I think."

The Camp Girls obeyed reluctantly, though Harriet's chums asked and
received permission to remain with their fellow Meadow-Brook girl. Upon
entering the tent Jane saw the tousled head of Patricia Scott above the
blankets of another girl's col Patricia had crawled into the first cot she
came to.

"Get up, young lady, and give Harriet a chance," ordered Jane.

Patricia merely stared, then her black eyes snapped. She made no move to
rise. Crazy Jane did not repeat her order. Instead she strode up to the
cot, grasped the edge of it and turned it over. Patricia went sprawling.

Harriet had sat down heavily on the floor of the tent as soon as her
friend released her. Jane patted down the quilts and stepping over to her
companion assisted her to the suddenly vacated cot.

"Get in, honey," smiled Jane.

Patricia had scr