For the moment the wrecked sled was
forgotten.
"I didn't touch your ankle," went on the big boy.
"You did so, Danny--at least, the point of your sled did," answered
Bert.
"You ran into me in the first place," came from Charley.
"Oh, Charley, you know better than that." Bert tried to stand, but had
to sit down. "Oh, my ankle!"
"It wasn't my fault," said Danny Rugg, and began to haul his sled away.
Charley started to follow.
"Don't leave me, Charley," called out Bert. "I--I guess I can't walk."
Charley hesitated. Then, feeling in his heart that he was really
responsible for running into Bert in the first place, he came back and
helped Bert to his feet.
"The sled is broken," said Bert, surveying the wreck dismally.
"That was Danny's fault."
"Well, then, he ought to pay for having it fixed."
"He never pays for anything he breaks, Bert,--you know that."
Slowly and painfully Bert dragged himself and his broken sled to the top
of the hill. Sharp, hot flashes of pain shooting through his bruised
ankle. Nan ran to meet him.
"Oh, Bert, what is the matter? Are you hurt?" she asked.
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