Luckily, the Woodruff and Webb homesteads were not far distant, and inside of ten minutes both the girl and the boy were in their homes, and being taken care of by their mothers.
Mrs. Webb wished Harry to go bed, but he demurred at this.
“I’m not so frail as all that, mother. I’ll go up to your room, where it’s warm, and take a good rubbing down and change my clothing, and then I’ll be all right. I only hope Minnie gets over it all right.”
Harry departed up the stairs, and after giving him a complete change of raiment, Mrs. Webb hurried next door to assist in making Minnie comfortable, for she knew Mrs. Woodruff was rather sickly, and could not do as readily as most women.
She came back inside of half an hour, and found Harry sitting by the dining-room stove, and with him Jack and Andy Bascoe, who had followed old Grimes’ sleigh on foot.
“I’m feeling just as well as ever, excepting that I’m awfully tired,” said Harry. “How is Minnie?”
“She is abed, but the doctor who was summoned thinks she will recover in a day or two. She was in so long that her whole system was chilled. Mrs. Woodruff is very thankful for what you did.”
“Oh, I didn’t do any more than any other fair-minded fellow would do,” replied Harry, modestly.
“She seems to think so, and so does Boxwell. Mr. Woodruff has not yet come home.”
“He is a genuine hero,” put in Andy. “He ran a great risk, and all the boys say so.”