She found time
to urge, also, that before starting he set in motion any
precautions he had taken for Donald's protection. She told him
where she thought what remained of Oka Sayye could be found. And
then, as naturally and as methodically as she had done all the
rest, she called Peter Morrison and told him that she was in
trouble and where he could find her.
And because Peter had many miles less distance to travel than the
others she had summoned, he arrived first. He found Linda and
Katy had burrowed under the stone until they had made an opening
into which the broken foot might sink so that the pain of the
pressure would be relieved. Before the rock, with picks and
shovels, half a dozen sympathetic farmers from ranches and
cultivated land at the mouth of the canyon were digging furiously
to make an opening undermining the boulder so that it could be
easily tipped forward. Donald was conscious and they had been
passing water to him and encouraging him with the report that his
father and a good surgeon would be there very soon. Katherine
O'Donovan had crouched at one side of the boulder, supporting the
hurt foot. She was breathing heavily and her usually red face
was a ghastly green. Linda had helped her to resume the skirt of
her dress. At the other side of the rock the girl was reaching
to where she could touch Donald's head or reassuringly grip the
hand that he could extend to her. Peter seized Linda's axe and
began hewing at the earth and rock in order to help in the speedy
removal of the huge boulder.
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