"I knew they'd do it!"and,standing on the post where he had perched,Joe waved his arms and shouted:"Smash-up!Smash-up!
Run!Run!"like a raven croaking over a battlefield when the fight was done.
Down rushed boys and girls ready to laugh or cry,as the case might be,for accidents will happen on the best-regulated coasting-grounds.They found Jack sitting up looking about him with a queer,dazed expression,while an ugly cut on the forehead was bleeding in a way which sobered the boys and frightened the girls half out of their wits.
"He's killed!He's killed!"wailed Sue,hiding her face and beginning to cry.
"No,I m not.I'll be all right when I get my breath.Where's Jill?"asked Jack,stoutly,though still too giddy to see straight.
The group about him opened,and his comrade in misfortune was discovered lying quietly in the snow with all the pretty color shocked out of her face by the fall,and winking rapidly,as if half stunned.But no wounds appeared,and when asked if she was dead,she answered in a vague sort of way,"I guess not.is Jack hurt?""Broken his head,"croaked Joe,stepping aside,that she might behold the fallen hero vainly trying to look calm and cheerful with red drops running down his cheek and a lump on his forehead.
Jill shut her eyes and waved the girls away,saying,faintly,"Never mind me.Go and see to him.""Don't!I m all right,"and Jack tried to get up in order to prove that headers off a bank were mere trifles to him;but at the first movement of the left leg he uttered a sharp cry of pain,and would have fallen if Gus had not caught and gently laid him down.
"What is it,old chap?"asked Frank,kneeling beside him,really alarmed now,the hurts seeming worse than mere bumps,which were common affairs among baseball players,and not worth much notice.
"I lit on my head,but I guess I've broken my leg.Don't frighten mother,"and Jack held fast to Frank's arm as he looked into the anxious face bent over him;for,though the elder tyrannized over the younger,the brothers loved one another dearly.
"Lift his head,Frank,while I tie my handkerchief round to stop the bleeding,"said a quiet voice,as Ed Devlin laid a handful of soft snow on the wound;and Jack's face brightened as he turned to thank the one big boy who never was rough with the small ones.
"Better get him right home,"advised Gus,who stood by looking on,with his little sisters Laura and Lotty clinging to him.
"Take Jill,too,for it's my opinion she has broken her back.She can't stir one bit,"announced Molly Loo,with a droll air of triumph,as if rather pleased than otherwise to have her patient hurt the worse;for Jack's wound was very effective,and Molly had a taste for the tragic.
This cheerful statement was greeted with a wail from Susan and howls from Boo,who had earned that name from the ease with which,on all occasions,he could burst into a dismal roar without shedding a tear,and stop as suddenly as he began.
"Oh,I am so sorry!It was my fault;I shouldn't have let her do it,"said Jack,distressfully.
"It was all my fault;I made him.If I d broken every bone I've got,it would serve me right.Don't help me,anybody;I m a wicked thing,and I deserve to lie here and freeze and starve and die!"cried Jill,piling up punishments in her remorseful anguish of mind and body.
"But we want to help you,and we can settle about blame by and by,"whispered Merry with a kiss;for she adored dashing Jill,and never would own that she did wrong.
"Here come the wood-sleds just in time.I'll cut away and tell one of them to hurry up."And,freeing himself from his sisters,Gus went off at a great pace,proving that the long legs carried a sensible head as well as a kind heart.
As the first sled approached,an air of relief pervaded the agitated party,for it was driven by Mr.Grant,a big,benevolent-looking farmer,who surveyed the scene with the sympathetic interest of a man and a father.
"Had a little accident,have you?Well,that's a pretty likely place for a spill.Tried it once myself and broke the bridge of my nose,"he said,tapping that massive feature with a laugh which showed that fifty years of farming had not taken all the boy out of him.
"Now then,let's see about this little chore,and lively,too,for it's late,and these parties ought to be housed,"he added,throwing down his whip,pushing back his cap,and nodding at the wounded with a reassuring smile.
"Jill first,please,sir,"said Ed,the gentle squire of dames,spreading his overcoat on the sled as eagerly as ever Raleigh laid down his velvet cloak for a queen to walk upon.
"All right.Just lay easy,my dear,and I won't hurt you a mite if I can help it."
Careful as Mr.Grant was,Jill could have screamed with pain as he lifted her;but she set her lips and bore it with the courage of a little Indian;for all the lads were looking on,and Jill was proud to show that a girl could bear as much as a boy.She hid her face in the coat as soon as she was settled,to hide the tears that would come,and by the time Jack was placed beside her,she had quite a little cistern of salt water stored up in Ed's coat-pocket.
Then the mournful procession set forth,Mr.Grant driving the oxen,the girls clustering about the interesting invalids on the sled,while the boys came behind like a guard of honor,leaving the hill deserted by all but Joe,who had returned to hover about the fatal fence,and poor "Thunderbolt,"split asunder,lying on the bank to mark the spot where the great catastrophe occurred.