The face of Haskin's Hill was divided by a road that wound across it. Because of the steep descent of the upper part and because the level stretch of the road made a jump too high for anyone's liking, only one or two of the boys had attempted to ski from the very top, and they had met with humiliating disaster.
Jerry looked up to the top of the hill. Ginny's tone fired her. She was conscious, too, that Ginny's dare had been followed by a hush—the others were waiting for her answer.
"If someone will lend me their skis——" She tried to make her tone careless.
"Jerry Travis, you never would!"
"Take Dana King's skis. They're the best."
"The very top——" commanded Ginny.
"May I use your skis, Dana?"
"Let her use your skis, King."
"Jerry, don't——" implored Gyp.
Jerry put down her plate and cup. Miss Lee was in the little cabin, so she did not know what was happening. The girls and boys pressed about Jerry, watching her with laughing eyes. Not one of them believed that she had the nerve to accept Ginny Cox's "dare."