grasp of his sister and again began dancing around on one leg.
"Hold still! How can I treat the wound if you jerk around that way?" demanded Alice.
"Treat the wound! You aren't treating any wound!" retorted Bart. "I could treat ten wounds in that time! All you're doing is talk! If Fenn Masterson or Ned Wilding was here they'd have a rag around this long ago."
"Yes, and it would probably be full of germs and other things and you'd be dead of lock-jaw," said Alice calmly. "Now Bart, come here. I know what kind of a wound it is, and I must see how to fix it," and once more securing her brother's hand for examination, she began to leaf over the book.
"'Treatment,'" she read. "'Cleanse the wound thoroughly with warm water, lay a wet cloth over it and bandage lightly. If symptoms of shock are present they must receive careful attention. See page twenty-two.'"
"Never mind the shock, just get a rag on these fingers before I lose all the blood I've got and we'll talk shock afterward," interrupted Bart.
Then Alice, laying aside her book, brought some warm water in a basin, and some soft cloths, and soon had Bart's hand tied up in a sling.
