or as soon as you can."

Outside Cora found Jack and the other boys anxiously waiting news of what
was going on. They cried:

"Who is she?"

"Has she come to yet?"

"How did she happen to be on the raft?"

"Has she told you her story?"

"I can't stop to talk now!" she replied. "I've got to go for the doctor.
Jack, be a good boy, and run the _Flyaway_ out for me. Bess and I are
going in that for Dr. Brown. He----"

"Didn't you telephone for him long ago?"

"Yes, but his car broke down."

"I see. I'll have the flyer here in a minute. Don't you want my car? It's
lighter."

"Or mine?" asked Norton eagerly, anxious to be of some service.

"Thank you both--no. Bess and I will make out all right. We don't know
who the girl is, nor what's the matter. Get the car, Jack, do."

The boys, who had come back from their little trip shortly after the girls
had made the strange rescue, talked about the happening, while Jack ran
the _Flyaway_ out from the shed where it was kept with the other cars.
Soon Cora and Bess were on their way to pick up the physician.

"She must have received a blow on the head. That is the only way I can
account for her long stupor. Or perhaps she has received some severe
mental shock. Of course the exposure and the fright of the wreck would
add to it."

It was Dr. Brown who spoke this way after examining the girl from the
raft. Cora and Bess had made good time to get the medical man and bring
him back to the bungalow.

"But she is coming around now," went on the physician. "We will have her
opening her eyes in a moment."

"Perhaps the sight of this may help her when she begins to come to her
senses," suggested Rosalie, bringing in the suitcase that had been on
the raft with the girl. "She seemed to value it very much, to take it
with her in the time of the excitement of the wreck," she went on. The bag
had been lost sight of in the confusion of bringing the strange girl to
the bungalow and in sending for the doctor. In fact, the other girls had
almost forgotten that such a thing existed.

Rosalie now brought it in, sodden and damp from the sea water. She placed
it on the floor near the couch on which the girl lay.

Idly Cora glanced at the suitcase. Some letters on it caught her eyes.
They were partly obliterated, either by abrasion, or the action of the
sea water, but Cora could see that they formed a name. She leaned forward,
and read half aloud:

"Nancy Ford."

"Girls! Girls!"