Soon Judge Whiting, accompanied by
Doctor Fleming, the city's greatest surgeon, came caring into the
canyon and stopped on the roadway when he saw the party. The
Judge sprang from the car, leaped the stream, and started toward
them. In an effort to free his son before his arrival, all the
men braced themselves against the face of the cliff and pushed
with their combined strength. The boulder dropped forward into
the trench they had dug for it enough to allow Peter to crowd his
body between it and the cliff and lift Donald's head and
shoulders. Linda instantly ran around the boulder, pushed
her way in, and carefully lifting Donald's feet, she managed to
work the lithe slenderness of her body through the opening, so
that they carried Donald out and laid him down in the open. He
was considerably dazed and shaken, cruelly hurt, but proved
himself a game youngster of the right mettle. He raised himself
to a sitting posture, managing a rather stiff-lipped smile for
his father and Linda. The surgeon instantly began cutting to
reach the hurt foot, while Peter Morrison supported the boy's
head and shoulders on one side, his father on the other.
An exclamation of dismay broke from the surgeon's lips. He
looked at Judge Whiting and nodded slightly. The men immediately
picked up Donald and carried him to the ambulance. Katherine
O'Donovan sat down suddenly and buried her face in the skirt of
her dress. Linda laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
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