"Shall we—I wonder if we had better go to Alice?" asked Mollie, doubtfully.
"Oh, yes, we must, I think," spoke Betty. "Come on, girls." And even Amy, who might have been excused for not going, under the circumstances, started toward Alice, while Allen and Frank seeing that there was assistance enough, worked to get their own craft in shape, and to replace the rugs and luggage.
"Are you—can we help you—is there anything the matter, Alice?" asked Betty, gently, as she reached the sobbing girl.
"I can't get her to tell me," spoke Harry Brook. "But I don't believe she's more than scared."
"I am so! My elbow hurts terrible!" exclaimed Alice, petulantly.
"Perhaps if I look at it," suggested Grace, laying a hand on the arm of Alice.
"I'll thank you to let me alone!" was the snappish retort. "It was your fault we upset, anyhow. Let me alone!"
"Whew!" whistled Will. "Well, I like that!"
And his sister and her chums wished they were free to express themselves as forcibly.
"Our fault!" cried Will. "Why, you came right for us, Brook! You know you did. We had to jibe to get out of your way, and that's what put us in bad."