"Yes,--Danny ran into me, and broke the sled."
"It wasn't my fault, I say!" blustered the big boy. "You had a right to
get out of the way."
"It was your fault, Danny Rugg, and you will have to have my sled
mended," cried Bert.
Throwing down the rope of his own sled, Danny advanced and doubled up
his fists as if to fight.
"Don't you talk like that to me," he said surlily. "I don't like it."
Bert's ankle hurt too much for him to continue the quarrel. He felt
himself growing dizzy and he fell back.
"Let us go home," whispered Nan.
"I'll ride you home if you can't walk," put in Charley, who was growing
alarmed.
In the end Bert had to accept the offer, and home he went, with Charley
and Nan pulling him and with the broken sled dragging on behind.
It was all he could do to get into the house, and as a consequence Mrs.
Bobbsey was much alarmed. She took off his shoe and stocking and found
the ankle scratched and swollen, and bathed it and bound it up.
"You must lie down on the sofa," she said. "Never mind the broken sled.
Perhaps your papa can fix it when he comes home.
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