"Well, you are in a pretty fix, children," said one of the men. "How did your folks happen to let you come?"
The Lymans stood dumb and transfixed.
"Hurry! Why don't you step lively?" said Dr. Hilton, and two or three other men.
"Stay where you are, children," cried Mr. Chase and Dr. Potter from the other bank.
"If we could only see father!" said one of the twins. Brave as they both thought themselves, the roaring torrent appalled them.
Suddenly there was a shout from the other end of the bridge as loud and shrill as a fog-bell:—
"Children, come home! George! Silas! Mary? Be quick?"
It was Squire Lyman's voice.
"What shall we do?" cried Mary, running round and round.
"'Twon't do to risk it, neighbor Lyman," screamed the toll-gatherer.