Then he was rubbed and wrapped round with hot flannels, while Mrs.Robertson's own hands forced his lungs to work, until they again took their natural movement.
Not a word was asked as to how the accident had happened, until, out of danger, the rescued boy was in a sweet sleep.
The eager crowd who had followed Blair and his charge had vanished, and the mother sat alone with her son.

Blair's dripping garments had been exchanged for another suit, but in the midst of the late confusion his mother's eye had silently and gratefully marked upon him the signs that to him the English boy owed his life.
"You saved him, my son.

God be thanked.

I may well be proud of my boy," said the mother earnestly and fondly.
A sudden flush of shame crimsoned the cheeks of Blair Robertson.

"Oh, mother, it was all my fault," he exclaimed.