"I am somewhat the worse for wear," smiled Harriet ruefully.
"Thave me, thave me!"
At sound of the familiar voice and the familiar words they turned to see Tommy running toward them.
"Jathper hath a fit," cried Tommy.
Miss Elting and Harriet ran back to the scene of the accident as fast as they could go. Harriet was limping a little. They found Jasper sitting at the base of the tree, holding his head and groaning. Hazel and Margery stood pale-faced gazing down at him.
"What seems to be the matter with him?" questioned Miss Elting.
"It ain't me. It's the hoss," groaned Jasper. "That three-year old cost me jest a hundred and fifty dollars two weeks ago."
"You will get him back," soothed Harriet
"Yes, but he's spiled. D' ye think Mis' Livingston'll ever trust me to take out another passel of girls behind that critter? And the rig! It's smashed. It's busted."
"I shouldn't worry until I had to," advised Miss Elting. "Just now we have other things to concern us."