"He never pays for anything he breaks, Bert,—you know that."
Slowly and painfully Bert dragged himself and his broken sled to the top of the hill. Sharp, hot flashes of pain shooting through his bruised ankle. Nan ran to meet him.
"Oh, Bert, what is the matter? Are you hurt?" she asked.
"Yes,—Danny ran into me, and broke the sled."
"It wasn't my fault, I say!" blustered the big boy. "You had a right to get out of the way."
"It was your fault, Danny Rugg, and you will have to have my sled mended," cried Bert.
Throwing down the rope of his own sled, Danny advanced and doubled up his fists as if to fight.
"Don't you talk like that to me," he said surlily. "I don't like it."
Bert's ankle hurt too much for him to continue the quarrel. He felt himself growing dizzy and he fell back.
"Let us go home," whispered Nan.