When Will Ford saw the danger in which his sister's chum was unconsciously placing herself he fairly raced forward. There was need to act promptly, and Will did so. Skating in a diagonal direction he fairly collided with the girl, and forced her out of her course, and away from the dangerous hole that yawned there just before her.
"Amy!" Will cried. "What is the matter?"
Amy looked up with a start, and Will saw that she had been crying.
"I—I don't know," she stammered. "I guess I wasn't looking where I was going."
"I should say not!" cried Will. "Look there!" and he pointed to the open water that seemed so black and ugly in contrast with the pure ice.
"Oh—oh!" she gasped. "Was—was I skating toward that?"
"Right toward it!" exclaimed Will. "I couldn't do anything else than shove you to one side. I hope I didn't hurt you."
"Oh, no, Will, it was good of you. I—I didn't know what I was doing. I was thinking—thinking——"
She hesitated, and again tears came into her eyes.