Helen was certain also that she heard the key withdrawn
from the lock.
Still her conductress, clever little confidence girl that she was,
spoke words of reassurance that dispelled some of her victim's fears.
"Wait," she said; "I dropped my match. I'll have to go in the kitchen
for another."
Helen's eyes followed the dim form of the child, as the latter moved
across the room, and observed for the first time a line of light under
what appeared to be a door between the front room and the kitchen. A
moment later the door swung open, and she was considerably relieved
when she saw lying on the floor the apparently limp and unconscious
form of a woman.
Instantly the rescuer's Camp Fire training in the reviving of a person
from a faint stimulated in her a sort of professional interest in the
task before her, and she started forward to begin work at once. First
she must loosen her patient's clothing to make it as easy as possible
for her to breathe. Then she must get her in a supine position with
her head slightly lower than any other part of her body in order that
the brain might get a plentiful supply of blood. The air in the house
was heavy and stuffy--the front and rear doors must be thrown open.
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