Then, brawny, big Scotswoman though she was, she quietly keeled over again.

The children added their wailing to Freckles' panic.
This time he was so close the cabin that he could carry her into the house and lay her on the bed.

He sent the oldest boy scudding down the corduroy for the nearest neighbor, and between them they undressed Mrs.
Duncan and discovered that she was not bitten.

They bathed and bound the bleeding wrist and coaxed her back to consciousness.

She lay sobbing and shuddering.