nd Hazel were
sitting to the right, huddled in each other's arms. Tommy,
white-faced, with her feet curled under her, sat close beside Janus,
gazing down into his bewhiskered face. Jane McCarthy was leaning
against one side of the bridge. Her own face had lost much of its
usual color.

"Harriet!" gasped Miss Elting, "what has happened to her?"

Jane shook her head and pointed to the opening in the floor. The
guardian understood. Harriet must have been hurled right through and
down into the river.

"Girls! Look after the two men. Hurry!" She ran to the opening, then
lying down, peered into the darkness. "Ha-r-r-r-i-et!"

"Hoo-e-e-e-e-e!"

The guardian sprang to her feet. It was unmistakably Harriet Burrell
who had answered her, but the voice of the Meadow-Brook Girl had
sounded far away. Miss Elting believed that the girl had succeeded in
reaching the bank of the river. Jane had thrown herself down beside
the unconscious guide and was at work making heroic efforts to bring
him back to consciousness. The driver already was struggling to get to
his feet. Tommy hopped up, and, hurrying to him, gave such assistance
as her strength would permit.

The driver staggered; after walking a few steps he leaned against the
side of the bridge with both hands pressed to his forehead. Tommy
regarded him wonderingly. His head was still dizzy; he had no clear
conception of what had occurred.

By this time the guardian had gone to Jane's assistance and was
pressing a bottle of smelling salts to the nostrils of Janus Grubb.
Janus twisted his head uneasily, as though to get away from the pungent
odor of the salts.

"He will be all right in a few moments, I think. I wish we had some
water," murmured Miss Elting.

Jane ran to the wagon. She returned with a rope and a pail. Tying the
rope to the pail, she lowered the latter through the opening in the
floor. A few moments later she presented a pail of water to Miss
Elting, which the guardian sprinkled little by little over the face of
their guide. Janus gasped, struggled and rolled over. Jane turned him
on his back again. This time a solid volume of water was dashed into
his face. He turned over and made a feeble attempt to rise. Another
volume of water smote him in the back of the neck, hurling him to the
bridge floor. This time Janus got to his feet, brushing his eyes, for
they were so full of water that he could not see.

"I can let him down at the end