Fire Girl, to herself again, within quarter
of a minute of her first laying eyes on him.

For there is one gallant anchor that
will hold in any pinch,--when thought
is shattered and speculation the maddest
blurr: the Camp Fire law: Give Service!

She unhooked her little camper's cup
from where it hung at her green belt, and
offered him a drink.

She dipped her handkerchief in the
trickle of water and wiped the cold drops
of faintness and agony from his forehead.

And then, when he had confided to
Andrew, who knelt beside him, that he
had slipped upon the wet, slimy moss
beside the rill, as he ascended the trail,
and broken his knee-cap by striking
heavily against a confronting rock, she
said that they must lift him to a dry spot.

"That's--r-right. She knows what
to--do. Ouch! a--a knee-cap slipped,
or broken--is--the deuce of a rack,"
groaned the victim, as they proceeded to
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