SKATING ON THE RIVER. 195.

“ Quick, blankets, brandy !” cried Tom; “ he
is not dead.”

The whole house was in such confusion, that
Tom was obliged to give out orders peremp-
torily. They rolled George on a bed, rubbed
him with hot flannels and brandy, and Tom
breathed into his mouth, and applied a bellows,
too, for inflating the lungs. Gradually the
drowned boy began to show signs of life.
They gave him warm brandy and water, and
he swallowed it. After a while he opened his
eyes, and became conscious that Tom Mixon
was breathing warm breath into his mouth.
George closed his eyes, and sighed deeply.

“He will do very well now,” said Tom;
“we will leave him to take a quiet nap.”

Mrs. Cramer grasped Tom by the hand,
saying :

“ Don’t go! You have saved my son! How
shall I thank you ?”

“ Yes,” said Howard, “ he saved him at the
risk of his own life. Thomas Mixon is as
brave as Admiral Nelson himself.”

“Come here, Tom,” whispered George.

Tom bent over to listen to George.