"Thank God!" said the man, as the Scouts appeared.
"But they're only boys!" added the woman who was not hurt, her face clouding with disappointment. She looked as if she had been crying.
The injured woman, however, said nothing. Rob took one look at her, and saw that she was fainting, He caught her just in time to keep her from falling backward upon the rocks.
"Here, hold her!" he said brusquely to the man, while he unslung his pack and fished for the aromatic spirits of ammonia.
She came to in a moment.
"Lost?" asked Rob.
"We were walking from Washington to the Madison Hut," the man answered, "and this cloud came, and we lost the path coming down Mount Clay. Are we far from it now? We have been wandering blindly, getting more and more confused, and finally this lady sprained her ankle."
"She ought to have high boots on, not low shoes," said Rob; "especially a woman of her weight."
"Get me down the mountain somehow," the injured woman moaned. "I'll never come on a trip like this again!"
"We can't carry her far," said Art, bluntly, "she's too heavy. "We'll have to get help."
