as caught and he was unconscious
from the pain. Squeezing as close as she could, she thrust her arm under
the ledge until she could feel his head. Then she went to the other
side, and there she could see that his right foot was pinned under the
rock. She looked at Katy reassuringly, then she took off the axe and
handed it to her.

"He's alive," she said. "Can't kill a healthy youngster to have a
crushed foot. You stand guard until I take the Bear Cat and bring help.
It's not far to where I can find people."

At full speed Linda put the Cat through the stream and out of the canyon
until she reached cultivated land, where she found a man who would
gather other men and start to the rescue. She ran on until she found a
house with a telephone. There she called Judge Whiting, telling him to
bring an ambulance and a surgeon, giving him explicit directions as
to where to come, and assuring him that Donald could not possibly be
seriously hurt. She found time to urge, also, that before starting he
set in motion any precautions he had taken for Donald's protection. She
told him where she thought what remained of Oka Sayye could be found.
And then, as naturally and as methodically as she had done all the rest,
she called Peter Morrison and told him that she was in trouble and where
he could find her.

And because Peter had many miles less distance to travel than the others
she had summoned, he arrived first. He found Linda and Katy had burrowed
under the stone until they had made an opening into which the broken
foot might sink so that the pain of the pressure would be relieved.
Before the rock, with picks and shovels, half a dozen sympathetic
farmers from ranches and cultivated land at the mouth of the canyon were
digging furiously to make an opening undermining the boulder so that it
could be easily tipped forward. Donald was conscious and they had been
passing water to him and encouraging him with the report that his father
and a good surgeon would be there very soon. Katherine O'Donovan had
crouched at one side of the boulder, supporting the hurt foot. She was
breathing heavily and her usually red face was a ghastly green. Linda
had helped her to resume the skirt of her dress. At the other side of
the rock the girl was reaching to where she could touch Donald's head
or reassuringly grip the hand that he could extend to her. Peter seized
Linda's axe and began hewing at the earth and rock in order to help in
the speedy removal