Then more wood was carefully placed on the little blaze, until in a brief time he had a cheery fire roaring.
Hugh laid the boy down where he could feel the comfortable heat.

He understood that the child could not have swallowed any water to speak of, because he managed to keep his head above the surface, save in the very end of his struggle.

It was only a swoon or faint, and likely the child would come out of it quickly.

He rubbed the little hands, and waited to see signs of returning animation.
Two minutes afterwards the boy's eyes opened.

He looked puzzled to see Hugh bending over him, and to hear the crackling of the fire.
"It's all right, my boy," said Hugh, encouragingly; "you fell into the water after your raft went to pieces, and we pulled you out.