“We’ll stop that. Sailor’s got an old one, and I’ll steal it for yuh. Needs quite a lot of fixin’, I reckon.”
“Well, I’ll fix it all right.”
“Gosh, yo’re shore a handy man for to have, don’tcha think so, Nan?”
“I think he is wonderful, Whispering.”
“More’n that; he’s almost unbelievable.”
Len was at the ranch ahead of them. Whispering drove the team up to the front porch and Nan started to jump out, but the restless team jerked ahead and Nan went sprawling.
For a moment she was dazed, but a sharp pain through her left ankle caused her to sit up quickly, and at the same instant Len reached her. Whispering was swearing at the team and trying to saw their heads off with the bits, while Larry clung to the seat with one hand and his hat with the other.
“Hurt yuh, Nan?” Len asked quickly.
“My ankle!” she whispered. “I think it is broken.”
“Gosh a’mighty, I hope not!”