CHAPTER IX FROM ICY WATERS
“Here, Gloria, get into this and run! We’ll take care of Jack.”
Trixy gave this order, with it wrapping a heavy coat around Gloria, who was still standing in that pitiful little wet slip.
“I’m all right,” she declared, chattering.
But Pat was almost hysterical. “She’ll die! She’ll get pneumonia! And Jack! Oh, Jack must be dead——”
“Here, Pat, chase along with Gloria and don’t let her stop, do you hear? Race her like a horse, right up to the house. Keep her blood pumping——”
“All right,” agreed Pat, grasping Gloria’s hand and starting off with her. Action was what she needed.
Meanwhile Jack had opened her eyes, dazedly and so unlike the happy, mocking girl she had been in that time, now so hard to recall, but only a day or two ago.
Quickly her companions
