The Camp Fire Girls Do Their Bit eBook

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“No, he isn’t, he’s struggling.  Don’t you see the water moving?  I’m going out and help him,” Sahwah exclaimed with sudden resolution.

She waded swiftly out into the water until it became too deep for her to stand and then swam out to the wrecked machine, in the clutches of which the unfortunate flyer was held fast.  As she reached it, the man’s head came up above the surface for a moment and then immediately disappeared again.  Sahwah held on to the machine with one hand and with the other reached down and brought his head up out of the water again.  His eyes were closed and he was quite limp.  He had fainted.  Try as she might she could not free him from the wreck of the machine entirely; he was securely pinioned.  All she could do was hold his head out of the water.

“Run!  Get help!” she called out sharply to Oh-Pshaw.  “I can’t get him out.”  Oh-Pshaw sprang up and hobbled off as fast as she could go.

Sahwah pulled herself up on top of the machine, which was partly above the surface of the water, and sat there in a tolerably secure position holding the unconscious man up.  A red stream flowing from the side of his head began to spread in the water and lengthen out in the flowing cataract of the Punch Bowl.  It gave Sahwah the shivers, that ever lengthening red stream; she averted her eyes and held on grimly, trying to calculate how long it would take Oh-Pshaw to bring help.  Then a new danger arose.  The wrecked machine began to tilt and settle and finally with a sickening lurch went down under Sahwah, dragging her and her unconscious burden into the depths of the Devil’s Punch Bowl.  When she came up and struck out for the bank she found she was still clutching the collar of the unconscious man, for by some lucky chance the tipping of the machine had released him.  She brought him to shore and worked over him to expel the water from his lungs and soon was relieved to see that he was breathing again.  She took off the great goggles that covered half his face and opened the coat that was so tightly buttoned around his neck, which it seemed must be choking him.  There was something hauntingly familiar about the face; it came over Sahwah that she had seen it before, where, she could not remember.  It was a young face; the aviator looked little more than a boy.

Although breathing, the man remained unconscious, and Sahwah thought about Sherry and his injury and wondered if this man’s skull were fractured.  She rolled the collar still farther back from his throat to give him more air.  Then she noticed a slender gold chain around his neck, and pulling at it brought up a gold locket.  It was a girl’s locket, heart-shaped, with a monogram engraved on the outside.  Impulsively Sahwah opened it.  Then she uttered an exclamation of surprise and gazed in round-eyed wonder at the picture inside.  It was her own picture!  The little snapshot she had given Hinpoha to wear in her locket!  Why, it was

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