"He bolted," Cecil said.
"And threw you?"
Cecil nodded. "Yes—can't you see I'm limping?"
"Well, did he clear out again?"
"No—he's over there."
Jim's face went grim. "Do you mean—you don't mean the pony's HURT?"
"He won't get up," said Cecil, sullenly. "I've tried my best."
For a moment they faced each other, and then Cecil quailed under the younger boy's look. His eyes fell.
Jim jumped off. "Go on."
"Where?"