CHAPTER XXII

“Billy! Billy!” With the sobbed appeal Julie dropped to her knees beside the still figure. She lifted Jaffrey’s head to her lap and examined it with tender, skilful fingers. One side of it seemed to have mushroomed but the skin was not broken. She breathed a fervent thanksgiving. For an impulsive instant she pressed her cheek against her pal’s red hair. If anything had happened to Billy—the thought contracted her heart unbearably. She must get him out to the air, quickly! How? She looked about. The light came from …