Sub-master Luce turned white as he saw what Dick had attempted to do. Had he been made of more timorous stuff the high school teacher would have closed his eyes for that awful instant.
As it was, John Luce saw young Prescott land at the rear end of the load.
Dick felt himself slipping. For one frenzied second, he feared that he had failed. Young Strongheart that he was, he braced all his muscles for the supreme effort—-and drew himself up to safer footing on the hay.
Then, like an eagle, he swooped down upon the children. The little girl he snatched from her tiny brother's clasp.
"Here!" called Sub-master Luce from the further side.
Brief as the time was Dick Prescott calculated the distance like lightning. There was no time to call back to Mr. Lucen—-nor need to do so.
Aiming with all the precision at his command, Dick threw the child from him.
His aim splendidly true, he had the joy of seeing the child land in Mr. Luce's arms.
Without a moment's loss of time Prescott now snatched up the shrieking boy.
"Ready!" shouted Dick, and a second little body was thrown through the air.