carrying him so stupidly, but I'd never seen anybody do it before and I did n't know that was the way it looked. I'd never heard of people dying from hurting their arms, but I thought that perhaps he was hurt somewhere else that we did n't know about. But by the time Jerry came back with the skirt Greg had opened his eyes and looked at me a little like himself.
There is a book in our medicine cupboard at home called, "Hints on First Aid." Jerry and I used to like to look at it, and Father said:
"Go ahead; you may need it some day."
But neither of us could remember anything that was at all useful now. I could plainly see the picture of some queerly-drawn hands doing a "Spanish Windlass," but that would n't have done poor Greg any good at all. Jerry did remember that you ought to cut people's clothes and not try to take them off in the ordinary way,