"We had a spill at the bridge," he explained quickly. "I don't know
whether Craig loosened the supports. He got over all right, but it went
down under Lenora, who was following, and I had to get her out of the
river. Where's the Professor?"
The Professor came ambling down from the tent where he had been lying. He
stooped at once over Lenora's still unconscious form.
"Dear me!" he exclaimed. "Dear me! Come, come!"
He passed his hand over her side and made a brief examination.
"Four ribs broken," he pronounced. "It will be a week, at any rate, before
we are able to move her. Nothing more serious, so far as I can see, Mr.
Quest, but she'll need rest and all the comfort we can give her."
"Say, that's too bad!" Long Jim declared. "If you've got to stay around
for a time, though, you can have the tents. We boys can double up
anywhere, or bunk on the ground. That's right, ain't it?" he added,
turning around to the cowboys.
There was a little grunt of acquiescence. They carried Lenora to the
largest of the tents and made her as comfortable as possible. She opened
her eyes on the way.
"I am so sorry," she faltered. "It's just my side. It--hurts. How did I
get out of the stream?"
"I fished you out," Quest whispered. "Don't talk now. We are going to make
you comfortable."
She pressed his hand and closed her eyes again. The Professor returned.
"We'll make the young lady comfortable all right," he assured them
cheerfully, "but there's one thing you can make up your minds to.
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