“Marty!”
He was down! In that black pool! In that muddy water!
Only pausing to see the candle in a safe place she stepped down and into the water.
“Put your head up, Marty,” she shrieked.
“Ye’ah,” came the welcome answer. “It’s me leg. It’s broke, I guess.”
She reached him, somehow. “Get hold of me, quick! I’m afraid I’ll fall. Oh! See! That water spout!”
Marty was clinging to her but he couldn’t look. The pain in his ankle blinded him more than the muddy water had. He gasped and breathed hard, but he did not give in.
“Oh, you poor boy! Can’t you put your foot under you at all?” Gloria was now thoroughly frightened.
“It hurts!” admitted the boy, taking the injured leg in one hand while he clung to Gloria with the other.
She was shivering. Not cold! That water! It was icy!