knelt at Katherine's other side, her
hand inside Katherine's pongee blouse. "Better go over her for broken
bones, Lucy." Marjorie was trembling violently though her voice was
steady.

"It was Leslie Cairns who did that!" Jerry hotly accused. "I wonder if
she'll have the decency to come back. She must know she ran some one
down. I heard the girls in her car scream. I guess she turned in at the
gate. Keep off the road, girls. Here come the rest of the picnickers.
One accident is enough for today. She was speeding. That's why she was
so far ahead of the others. I shall hail this first car and make 'em
take Katherine up to the Hall."

Jerry did not need to hail the car. In the fading daylight the girl at
the wheel, who happened to be Margaret Wayne, brought her automobile to
a stop almost even with the roadside group.

"What has happened?" she called out sharply.

"Your friend Miss Cairns just ran down Miss Langly," returned Jerry
grimly. "She isn't dead, but we don't know how badly she may be hurt.
May we have the use of your car to take her to the Hall?"

"Certainly," came the response in frightened tones. Next instant the
seven occupants of the car had piled out of it and gathered around the
still unconscious girl.

A swift patter of raindrops struck the group, beating gently on
Katherine's white, upturned face. Marjorie had now lifted her head to an
easy position on her lap.

"Have any of you smelling salts?" she inquired calmly of the frightened
circle, "or perhaps you have a water bottle with you."

"The luncheon things are in one of the cars away back. We have no water
with us. Won't the rain help to revive her?" Margaret Wayne asked
lamely.

"We shall not give it time to do that," Marjorie returned dryly. "If you
will help us lift her we will get her into the car at once. It is only
two or three minutes' drive to the Hall."

The others of the party being freshmen, they willingly sprang to
Marjorie's assistance. Raised from the ground, Katherine opened her
eyes and groaned a little.

"What--happened? Oh, I--remember. My back! It--hurts--so." She closed
her eyes wearily.

Slender though she was, it became no easy matter to place her in the
tonneau of the automobile. The credit of the undertaking went to
Marjorie and Jerry, who exerted their young strength to the utmost for
their injured friend. By this time a procession of automobiles
containing the returning picnickers was drawn up along the road. The