Pulling his sled alongside, Winkey began to pile it high with the cut firewood.
“I wonder if that’s his wood?” thought Penny.
So absorbed had she become in Winkey’s actions that she neglected to watch the drifts ahead. Too late, she saw that her singing skis were taking her directly into a wide, deep crevasse.
Desperately, Penny swerved and tried to check her speed. The break in the snow was extensive and could not be avoided.
Over the brink she shot. Poles flew from her hand and she clutched wildly for a hold on the bank. Failing, she tumbled over and over, landing in an ungainly heap of splintered skis at the base of the deep pit.
CHAPTER
9
A CALL FOR HELP
After coming to a stop at the bottom of the crevasse, Penny momentarily was too stunned to move.
Gradually recovering her breath, she gingerly twisted first one leg, then the other. Though pains shot through them, no bones were broken.
Rolling over on her back, the girl gazed up at the narrow opening far above her.
“Served me right for being so careless!” she thought. “But the $64 question, is how am I going to get out?”