of the huge boulder. Soon Judge Whiting, accompanied
by Doctor Fleming, the city's greatest surgeon, came caring into the
canyon and stopped on the roadway when he saw the party. The Judge
sprang from the car, leaped the stream, and started toward them. In an
effort to free his son before his arrival, all the men braced themselves
against the face of the cliff and pushed with their combined strength.
The boulder dropped forward into the trench they had dug for it enough
to allow Peter to crowd his body between it and the cliff and lift
Donald's head and shoulders. Linda instantly ran around the boulder,
pushed her way in, and carefully lifting Donald's feet, she managed to
work the lithe slenderness of her body through the opening, so that they
carried Donald out and laid him down in the open. He was considerably
dazed and shaken, cruelly hurt, but proved himself a game youngster of
the right mettle. He raised himself to a sitting posture, managing a
rather stiff-lipped smile for his father and Linda. The surgeon
instantly began cutting to reach the hurt foot, while Peter Morrison
supported the boy's head and shoulders on one side, his father on the
other.

An exclamation of dismay broke from the surgeon's lips. He looked at
Judge Whiting and nodded slightly. The men immediately picked up Donald
and carried him to the ambulance. Katherine O'Donovan sat down suddenly
and buried her face in the skirt of her dress. Linda laid a reassuring
hand on her shoulder.

"Don't, Katy," she said. "Keep up your nerve; you're all right, old
dear. Donald's fine. That doesn't mean anything except that his foot
is broken, so he won't be able, and it won't be necessary for him,
to endure the pain of setting it in a cast without an anesthetic; and
Doctor Fleming can work much better where he has every convenience. It's
all right."

The surgeon climbed into the ambulance and they started on an emergency
run to the hospital. As the car turned and swept down the canyon, for
no reason that she could have explained, Linda began to shake until her
teeth clicked. Peter Morrison sprang back across the brook, and running
to her side, he put his arm around her and with one hand he pressed her
head against his shoulder, covering her face.

"Steady, Linda," he said quietly, "steady. You know that he is all
right. It will only be a question of a short confinement."

Linda made a brave effort to control herself. She leaned against Peter
and held o