But the next thing after that is, I remember shutting my eyes, because the sun shone in them so fiercely as I lay on my back in the grass, with my head aching furiously, and a strange pain at the back of my neck, as if some one had been trying to break my head off, as a mischievous child would serve a doll.
Just then I heard some one sobbing and crying, and I felt as if I must be asleep and dreaming all this.
"Don't make that row.

He's all right, I tell you.

He isn't drowned.
What's the good of making a row like that!" It was George Day's voice, and opening my eyes I said hoarsely: "What's the matter?
Is he hurt ?" "No: it's only Harry Leggatt thought you were--you were hurt, you know.
Can you get up, and run?
All our clothes are two fields off.

Come on.
The sun will dry you." I got up, feeling giddy and strange, and the aching at the back of my head was almost unbearable; but I began to walk with Day holding my hand, and after a time--he guiding me, for I felt very stupid--I began to trot; and at last, with my head throbbing and whirring, I found myself standing by my clothes, and my companions helped me to dress.
"You went out too far," Day said.

"I told you not, you know." I was shivering with cold and terribly uncomfortable with putting on my things over my wet chilled body.