"Don't run away, please," called out Jack. "We won't hurt you."
Thus reassured, the overgrown child--for she was naught else--stopped short, shyly swinging the empty pail from one hand to the other.
"Who're you?" she asked abruptly, as the young machinist came up.
"I'm Jack Willington, and this is my friend, Mont Gray."
"How'd you come here?" was the second question, asked as abruptly as the first.
"We had the misfortune to be carried over the falls," replied Jack.
The girl tossed her pretty, but by no means clean nose, in the air.
"Them falls?" she asked, pointing her long, thin finger to the mighty volume of water up the river.
"Yes."
She gave a contemptuous snicker.