rantic with the heat, he
struggled back into the bedroom with his burden.

Somehow he reached the window, stumbled through it, and dragged the
inanimate body after him. Then, with Phil in his arms, he reeled forward
into the fresh air beyond.

With a cry Phyllis broke from Bess and ran toward him. But before she
had reached the rescuer and the rescued, Keller went down in total
collapse. He, too, was unconscious when she knelt beside him and began
with her hands to crush out the smoldering fire in his clothes.

He opened his eyes and smiled faintly when he saw who it was.

"How's the boy?" he asked.

"He is breathing," cried Bess joyfully, from where she was bending over
Sanderson.

"You go attend to him. I'm all right now."

"Are you truly?"

"Truly."

He proved it by sitting up, and presently by rising and joining with her
the group gathered around Phil. For Aunt Becky had now emerged from her
cabin and taken charge of affairs.

Phil was supported to the bunk house and put to bed by Keller and
'Rastus. It was already plain that he would be none the worse for his
adventure after a night's good sleep. Aunt Becky applied to his case the
homely remedies she had used before, while the others stood around the
bed and helped as best they could. Strangely enough, he was not burned
at all. In this he had escaped better than Keller, whose hair and
eyebrows and skin were all the worse for singeing.

The nester noticed that Phyllis, in handing a bowl of water to Bess,
used awkwardly her left hand. The right one, he observed, was held with
the palm concealed against the folds of her skirt.

Presently Phyllis, her anxiety as to Phil relieved, left Aunt Becky and
Bess to care for him, while she went out to make arrangements for
disposing of the party until morning. The nester followed her into the
night and walked beside her toward the house of the foreman. The
darkness was lit up luridly by the shooting flames of the burning house.

"The store isn't going to catch fire. That's one good thing," Keller
observed, by way of comfort.

"Yes." There was a catch in her voice, for all the little treasures of
her girlhood, gathered from time to time, were going up in smoke.

"You're insured, I reckon?"

"Yes."

"Well, it might be worse."

She thought of the narrow escape Phil had had, and nodded.

"You'll have to sleep in the bunk house. Take any of the beds you like.
Bess and I will put up at the foreman's," she exp