HKB
"What's the hurry?" panted Heavy.
"There's nobody paying us for this; is there? Let 'em catch up with us and then we will be--all--to--geth--er--Woof! My goodness me, I'm winded," and she had to stop on the hill and breathe.
"Go on and leave us. Take one trip by yourself, Isadore," said Ruth.
"No, I won't," returned Phelps, ungratefully. "Then they'll all gab about it. Come along; will you?"
"Don't you mind him, Jennie," whispered Ruth. "I don't think he's very nice."
They got aboard the toboggan once more and Isadore recklessly flung himself on it, too, and pushed off. At the moment there came a shrill hail from below. Tom was sending up some word of warning--at the very top of his voice.
But the three just starting down the slide could not distinguish his words.
Jennie shut her eyes tight the moment the toboggan lurched forward, so she could not possibly see anything that lay before them. Ruth peered over the stout girl's shoulder, the wind half blinding her eyes with tears. But the moonlight lay so brilliantly upon the track that it was revealed like midday. Something lay prone and black upon the icy surface of the slide.