nd Dudley's head, she curtly directed Max to raise the upper part of
his body, and slipped the two pillows, one on the top of the other,
under the shoulders of the unconscious man.

"Now," said she, "go on with your rubbing--rub with all your might; and
you, Bob, bring in a couple of big stone-bottles you'll find in the
wash-house, fill them with hot water from the boiler, wrap them up in
something, and put one to his feet and the other to the side that's away
from the fire."

While she spoke she was working hard in the endeavor to restore
respiration, alternately drawing Dudley's arms up above his head and
laying them against his sides, with firm and steady movements.

For a long time all their efforts seemed to be useless. Max, indeed, had
little or no hope from the first. He still worked on, however,
perseveringly, but with despair in his heart, until he heard a sharp
sound, like a deep sigh, from Carrie's lips.

She had detected a movement, the slightest in the world, but still a
movement, in the senseless body. With straining eyes she now watched,
that her own movements might coincide with the natural ones which Dudley
had begun to make, and that real breathing might gradually take the
place of the artificial.

"Let me do it. Let me help you," cried Max, who saw the strained look of
utter fatigue which Carrie wore in spite of her excitement.

"No, no; I dare not. I must go on!" cried the girl, without lifting her
eyes.

And presently another cry escaped her lips, a cry of joy.

"He is alive!"

"Thank God!"

The tears sprang to the eyes of Max. It was more than he had hoped.

"A doctor! Shall I fetch a doctor?" said he.

Carrie shook her head.

"A doctor could do no more than we've done," said she. "He'll be all
right now--well enough to be got away, at all events. And the wound on
his head isn't much, I think."

"Wound on his head!"

"Yes. It saved his life, most likely. Prevented his getting so much
water into his lungs. Stunned him, you see."

Something like a sigh from the patient stopped her and directed the
attention of them all to him. Bob, who had been standing in the
background, almost as much excited as the others, came a few steps
nearer. There was a moment of intense, eager expectancy, and then Dudley
half opened his eyes.

Max uttered a deep sob and glanced at Carrie. She was deadly pale, and
the tears were standing in her eyes.

"You've saved him!" said Max, hoarsely.

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