The mother managed to get up when she heard the children call.
“Where’s your father? Oh, where is he?” she cried, and going to the other side of the car, she saw poor Mr. Brave lying amidst a heap of broken glass and wheels and gears. From his head ran a little stream of blood.
“Oh, he’s dead!” she sobbed, but just then he gave a little groan. “Oh, my dear husband,” she exclaimed, “tell me you’re not dead! Tell me you’re not dead!” she begged, unmindful of her own arm.
“I’m dead, Mother,” groaned little Soami. “I just know I’m dead with pain.”
“Well, I’m not!” said little Ibee, “and even though my arm hurts so, I’m going to try to go for help if I can get out from under this car.”
Up Came Chief Arrestem
“My, that’s so!” exclaimed the mother. “I myself forgot to be brave. I’ll go for help.”
But just as she spoke, up came Chief Arrestem.