Part 14 (2/2)
”But I don't see any one here!” he exclaimed when they had reached the back. ”Aren't you mistaken, honey?” This to Genevieve.
”No, they in big hole,” she announced gravely. The remark aroused considerable surprise and amused curiosity.
”Well, lead us to the 'big hole,'” commanded Mrs. Craig laughingly. ”Big hole, indeed! I've been wondering what in the world Doris was up to lately, but I never dreamed she was excavating!”
Genevieve still gravely led the way through the forest of bean-poles to the edge of the newly sunk depression.
”What's all this?” suddenly demanded Mr. Craig. ”It looks as if there had been a landslide here. Where are the others, little girl? They've probably forsaken this and gone elsewhere.”
But Genevieve was not to be moved from her original statement. ”They in dere!” she insisted, pointing downward. ”Dowis called. She say 'Go find some one.'” The baby's persistence was not to be questioned.
Mr. Craig looked grave and his wife grew pale and frightened. ”Oh, Henry, what do you suppose can be the matter?” she quavered. ”I do believe Genevieve is telling the truth.”
”There's something mighty queer about it,” he answered hastily. ”I can't understand how in the world it has come about, but if that child is right, there's been a landslide or a cave-in of some sort here and Doris and the rest are caught in it. Good heavens! If that's so, we can't act too quickly!” and he ran round to the front of the house shouting to the chauffeur, who had remained in the car:
”There's been an accident. Drive like mad to the nearest house and get men and ropes and spades,--anything to help dig out some people from a cave-in!” The car had shot down the road almost before he had ceased speaking, and he hurried back to the garden.
The next hour was a period of indescribable suspense and terror to all concerned,--all, at least, save Genevieve, who sat placidly on Mrs.
Craig's lap (Mr. Craig had brought out a chair from Miss Camilla's kitchen) and, thumb in mouth, watched the men furiously hurling the soil in great shovelfuls from the curious ”hole.” She could not understand why Mrs. Craig should sob softly, at intervals, under her breath, nor why the strange gentleman should pace back and forth so restlessly and give such sharp, hurried orders. And when he jumped into the hole, with a startled exclamation, and seized the end of a heavy plank, she wondered at the unnecessary excitement.
It took the united efforts of every man present to move that plank, and when they had forced it aside, Mr. Craig stooped down with a smothered cry.
And the next thing Genevieve knew, they had lifted out some one and laid her on the ground, inert, lifeless and so covered with dirt and sand as to be scarcely recognizable. But from the light, golden hair, Genevieve knew it to be Doris. Before she knew where she was, Genevieve found herself cascaded from Mrs. Craig's lap, and that lady bending distractedly over the prostrate form.
Again the men emerged from the pit, carrying between them another form which they laid beside Doris. And, with a howl of anguish, Genevieve recognized the red-bronze pig-tail of her sister, Sally.
By the time Miss Camilla had been extricated from the debris as lifeless and inert as the other two, the chauffeur had returned at mad speed from the village, bringing with him a doctor and many strange appliances for resuscitation. A pulmotor was put into immediate action, and another period of heartbreaking suspense ensued.
It was Doris who first moaned her way back to life and at the physician's orders was carried back into the house for further ministrations. Sally was the next to show signs of recovery, but over poor Miss Camilla they had to work hard and long, for, in addition to having been almost smothered, her foot had been caught by the falling plank and badly injured. But she came back to consciousness at last, and her first words on opening her eyes were:
”Do you think we can get that Spode dinner-set out all right?” A remark which greatly bewildered Mr. Craig, who happened to be the only one to hear it!
”But how on earth did you and Mother happen to be there, Father, just in the nick of time?” marveled Doris from the depths of several pillows with which she was propped up in bed.
She had been detailing to her parents, at great length, the whole story of Sally and the cave and the tunnel and Miss Camilla and the hazardous treasure-hunt that had ended her adventure. And now it was her turn to be enlightened.
”Well,” returned her father, smiling whimsically, ”it was a good deal like what they call 'the long arm of coincidence' in story-books, and yet it was very simple, after all! I'd been disappointed so many times in my plans to get down here to see you and your mother, and at last the chance came, the other day, when I could make at least a flying trip, but I hadn't even time to let you know I was coming. I arrived at the hotel about lunch-time and gave your mother the surprise of her life by walking in on her unexpectedly. But I was quite disgusted not to find you anywhere about. Your mother told me how you had gone off for the day with your bosom pal, Sally, to visit a mysterious Miss Camilla, and I suggested that we take the car and go to hunt you up. As she was agreeable to the excursion we started forth, inquiring our way as we went. It was a merciful providence that got us there not a moment too soon, and if it hadn't been for that little cherubic Genevieve we would have been many minutes too late. If it hadn't been that two or three old planks had been bent over you and protected you from the worst of the earth and debris on top, and also gave you a slight s.p.a.ce for air, I don't believe any of you would have been alive now to tell the tale! So the next time you go treasure-hunting, young lady, kindly allow your useless and insignificant dad to accompany you!” And he gave her ear a playful tweak.
”Daddy, it was awful,--simply awful when that old plank gave way and the earth came sliding down on us!” she confided to him, snuggling down in the arm he had placed around her. ”At first we didn't think it would amount to much. But more and more earth came pouring down and then another plank loosened and Miss Camilla lost her footing and fell, and we couldn't make our way out past it, either direction, and still the dirt poured in all around us, and Sally and I tried to struggle up through the top, but we couldn't make any progress. And at last that third plank bent over and shut us in so we couldn't budge, and Sally and Miss Camilla didn't answer when I spoke to them, and I knew they'd fainted, and I felt as if I was going to faint too. But I called and called Genevieve and at last she answered me. And after that I didn't remember anything more!” She shuddered and hid her face in her father's sleeve. It had been a very horrible experience.
”Don't think of it any more, honey. It turned out all right, in the end.
Do you know that Sally is around as well as ever, now, and came up to the hotel to inquire for you this morning? She's as strong as a little ox, that child!”
”But where is Miss Camilla?” suddenly inquired Doris. ”She hurt her foot, didn't she?”
”She certainly did, but she insisted on remaining in her own home, and Sally begged her mother to be allowed to stay also with the un-detachable Genevieve, of course, and take care of her and wait on her. So there they are, and there you will proceed in the automobile, this afternoon, if you feel well enough to make the visit.”
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