The boards did come, and three of them, side by side, on the ice, made a bridge over which it would have been almost entirely safe to walk.
"Roll over, Bill," called the crowd on shore, and Bill did roll. Any part of it that was not rolled over was passed in a very cautious kind of creeping.
The shore was reached at last, but the first thing Bill heard, when he stood upon his feet, was from Pat Farrel.
"You've baten Mum Robbins entirely. He just run right acrass. You're the ownly wan that dared to shtop and lie down."
"He'll catch his death of cold," said Aunt Hannah. "Hurry home, William. Your mother'll give you something warm."
Bill took Aunt Hannah's advice. There were two boys who were glad to spend that afternoon by the fire getting the chill out of their bones. But who says there wasn't any fun the day Captain Myers's steamboat broke up the ice on Long Lake?
[THE CANDY PULL.]
