Part 40 (1/2)

The next thing I remember was a voice. ”There, she's coming out of it.

Let me have that brandy,” and then I felt a spoon inserted between my teeth and something fiery trickled gently drop by drop in my throat.

The voice was that of Dr. Pett.i.t.

With a gasp as the pungent liquid almost strangled me, I opened my eyes to find that the physician's arm was supporting my shoulder and his hand holding the spoon to my lips.

”Oh, thank G.o.d, thank G.o.d,” some one groaned brokenly on the other side of me, and I turned my eyes to meet d.i.c.ky's face bent close to mine and working with emotion.

”She is all right now,” the physician said, rea.s.suringly. ”She will suffer far more from the shock than from any real damage by her immersion. Get her into the tent.” He turned to Mrs. Underwood and said: ”Rub her down hard, and if there are any extra wraps in the party put them around her. Give her a stiff little dose of this.” He handed Lillian the brandy flask. ”Then bring her out into the suns.h.i.+ne again. She'll be all right in a little while.”

d.i.c.ky picked me up in his arms as the physician spoke, as if I had been a child, and strode with me toward the improvised tent Dr. Pett.i.t had indicated.

”Sweetheart, sweetheart, suppose I had lost you,” he said brokenly, and then, manlike, reproachfully even in the intensity of his emotion: ”What possessed you to go out so far? If it hadn't been for Grace Draper being on hand when you went down, you would never have come back. Harry and I were too far away when Lil screamed to be of any use. But by the time we got there Miss Draper had you by the hair and was towing you in.”

My brain was too dazed to comprehend much of what d.i.c.ky was saying, but one remark smote on my brain like a sledge hammer.

Grace Draper had saved my life! Why, if I had any memory left at all, Grace Draper had--

Lillian came forward swiftly and placed a restraining finger on my lips.

”You mustn't talk yet,” she admonished; then to d.i.c.ky, ”Run away now, d.i.c.ky-bird, and give Mrs. Durkee and me a chance to take care of her.”

Little Mrs. Durkee's sweet, anxious face was close to Lillian's. ”Yes, d.i.c.ky,” she echoed, ”hurry out now.”

d.i.c.ky waited long enough to kiss me, a long, lingering, tender kiss that did more to revive me than the brandy, and then went obediently away while Mrs. Durkee and Lillian ministered to me as only tender and efficient women can.

When I was nearly dressed again, Lillian turned to Mrs. Durkee: ”Would you mind getting a cup of coffee for this girl?” she asked. ”I know Jim and Katie have some in preparation out there.”

”Of course,” Mrs. Durkee returned, and fluttered away.

She had no sooner gone than Lillian gathered me in her arms with a protecting, maternal gesture, as if I had been her own daughter restored to her.

”Quick,” she demanded fiercely, ”tell me just what happened out there when you went under. Did you get a cramp or what?”

I waited a moment before answering. The suspicion that had come to my brain was so horrible that I did not wish to utter it even to Lillian.

”I think it must have been the undertow,” I said feebly. ”I felt something like a clutch at my feet dragging me down.”

Lillian's face hardened. Into her eyes came a revengeful gleam.

”Undertow!” she e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, ”you poor baby! Your undertow was that Draper devil's calculating hand!”

I stared at Lillian, horrified.

”But Lillian,” I protested, faintly, ”how is it that they all say she saved my life? If she really tried to drown me why didn't she let me go?”

”Got cold feet,” returned Lillian, laconically. ”You see she isn't naturally evil enough deliberately to plan to kill you. I give her credit for that with all her devilishness, but something happened today between her and d.i.c.ky. I don't know what it was that drove her nearly frantic. I saw her look at you two or three times in a way that chilled my blood. I didn't like the idea of your going out there with her, but I didn't see any way of stopping you.

”Now, there's one thing I want you to promise me,” she went on, hurriedly. ”Although I know you well enough to know it's something you would do anyway without a promise. I don't want you to hint to anyone, even d.i.c.ky, what you know of the Draper's attempt to put you out of commission. It's the chance I've been looking for, the winning card I needed so badly. I won't need to stay a week with you, my dear, as I thought when I first planned my little campaign to get d.i.c.ky out of the Draper's clutches. I can go home tonight if I wish to, with my mission accomplished.”

”Why, what do you mean?” I asked.

”Just this,” retorted Lillian, ”that I'm going to spring the nicest little case of polite blackmail on Grace Draper before the day is over that you ever saw.