It was wide and very long, made of the finest knitted silk.

When firmly tied to the handle of the walking stick, the floating end of the scarf was within reach of Donnington.

With its help he even managed to secure a foothold on the narrow one-brick ledge which terminated the deep underwater wall of the reservoir.
The doctor called down to him with some urgency: "I wish you could manage to hoist her up, Donnington.

_Time_ is of the utmost importance in these cases!" But Donnington, try as he might, was too spent to obey; and it seemed an eternity to them all before Blanche Farrow reappeared, helping an old man to drag a short ladder along the muddy path.
And then, at last, after many weary, fruitless efforts, the inert, sodden mass which had so lately been poor little Bubbles Dunster was pushed and hoisted up the slippery bank, and stretched out on to the narrow brick way.
Mr.Tapster, who had shown much more agitation and feeling than any of those present would have credited him with, had taken off his big loose coat and laid it on the ground, and at once Varick had followed his example.

But as Bubbles lay there, in the dreadful immobility of utter unconsciousness, both Blanche Farrow and Helen Brabazon believed her to be dead.
A tragic, fearfully anxious time of suspense followed.