with a groan.

"Oh, it is my foot," she said, "I am afraid it is hurt."

"Let me see!" cried Harry. "I don't think it is broken," he said, after
feeling it carefully, "but I have no doubt it is a very bad sprain. You
can't walk for certain."

"Then we shall have to carry her," said Madame De Lacy, and she turned
to her son.

"I fear I can offer no assistance," said the lieutenant, pointing to his
arm which was hanging limp at his side.

"Why, Albert, are you hurt? What is the matter? You are hurt!" cried his
mother, anxiously.

"Not much, but I fear my arm is useless. You might feel it," he said to
Ranald.

Carefully Ranald passed his hand down the arm.

"Say nothing," whispered the lieutenant to him. "It's broken. Tie it up
some way." Without a word Ranald stripped the bark of a birch tree,
and making a case, laid the arm in it and bound it firmly with his silk
handkerchief.

"We ought to have a sling," he said, turning to Kate.

"Here," said Madame De Lacy, untying a lace scarf from her neck, "take
this."

Kate took the scarf, and while Ranald held the arm in place she deftly
made it into a sling.

"There," said the lieutenant, "that feels quite comfortable. Now let's
go."

"Come, Maimie, I'll carry you up the hill," said Harry.

"No," said Ranald, decidedly, "she will go in the canoe. That will be
easier."

"Quite right," said the lieutenant. "Sims, perhaps you will give my
mother your arm, and if Miss Kate will be kind enough to escort me, we
can all four go in the carriage; but first we shall see the rest of the
party safely off."

"Come, then, Maimie," said Harry, approaching his sister; "let me carry
you."

But Maimie glanced up at Ranald, who without a word, lifted her in his
arms.

"Put your arm about his neck, Maimie," cried Harry, "you will go more
comfortably that way. Ranald won't mind," he added, with a laugh.

At the touch of her clinging arms the blood mounted slowly into Ranald's
neck and face, showing red through the dark tan of his skin.

"How strong you are," said Maimie, softly, "and how easily you carry me.
But you would soon tire of me," she added with a little laugh.

"I would not tire forever," said Ranald, as he laid her gently down in
the canoe.

"I shall send the carriage to the wharf for you," said Madame De Lacy,
"and you will come right home to me, and you, too, Miss Raymond."

Ranald took his place in the stern with Maimie reclining in the canoe so
as to