Olive retired into the background with her nose in the air, looking so absurdly like her father that a gleam of humour shot through even Piers' sternness. He suppressed it and turned to the two elder boys. "Which of you is to be trusted to carry a loaded gun?" "I am," said Julian. "No--Ronald," said Avery very firmly. Julian stuck out his tongue at her, and was instantly pummeled therefor by the zealous Gracie. "Ronald," said Piers. "Mind how you pick it up, and don't point it at anyone! Carry it on your shoulder! That's the way. Go slow with it! Now you walk in front and take it down to the lodge!" He issued his orders with the air of a commanding-officer, and having issued them turned again with renewed gentleness to the child who lay against his arm. "Now, little girl, shall we make a move? I'm afraid postponing it won't make it any better. I'll carry you awfully carefully." "Thank you," whispered Jeanie. He stooped over her. "Put your arm round my neck! That'll be a help. Mrs. Denys, can you steady her foot while I get up?" Avery bent to do so. He moved with infinite care; but even so the strain upon the foot was inevitable. Jeanie gave a sharp cry, and sank helpless in his arms. He began to speak encouragingly but broke off in the middle, feeling the child's head lie limp upon his shoulder. "Afraid it's serious," he said to Avery. "We will get her down to the lodge and send for a doctor." "By Jove! She's fainted!" remarked Julian. "It's a jolly bad sprain." "It's not a sprain at all," said Olive loftily. And much as she would have liked to disagree, Avery knew that she was right. CHAPTER VII A FRIEND IN NEED Mrs. Marshall at the lodge was a hard-featured old woman whose god was cleanliness. Perhaps it was hardly to be expected of her that she should throw open her door to the whole party. Piers, with his limp burden, and Avery she had to admit, but after the latter's entrance she sternly blocked the way. "There's no room for any more," she declared with finality. "You'd best run along home." And with that she shut the door upon them and followed her unwelcome visitors into her spotless parlour. "What's the matter with the young lady?" she enquired sourly. Avery answered her in her quick, friendly way. "She has had a fall, poor little thing, and hurt her foot--I'm afraid, badly. It's so good of you to let us bring her in here. Won't you spread a cloth to keep her boots off your clean chintz?" The suggestion was what Piers described later as "a lucky hit." It melted old Mrs. Marshall on the instant. She hastened to comply with it, and saw Jeanie laid down upon her sofa with comparative resignation. "She do look mortal bad, to be sure," she remarked. "Can't you find some brandy?" said Piers. "I think she will come to, now," Avery said. "Yes, look! Her eyes are opening."