"
Miss Elting nodded, then hurried to the collapsed tent, under which she
burrowed and groped about in the dark in search of her medicine kit,
which she finally found and brought to the fireside. Margery's swollen
head was treated until the soreness had become eased a little. Harriet
and Jane supported her to a blanket that they had brought from the
tent, and, after tucking her in, left the unfortunate Margery to doze
and rest. Tommy crept over and kissed her on the forehead.
"I'm tho thorry, Buthter," she whispered sympathetically. "I withh it
might have been me who got the bump on the head. But never mind; you
will be better pretty thoon. Don't you think tho?"
Margery's answer was a moan. Tommy crept away with a troubled look in
her eyes.
"The horses broke their halters," Janus was saying as Tommy joined her
companions. "Can't understand what skeered them into doing that. Jim
must be having a chase, or he'd have been back before this. Want to
quit?"
"Certainly not," answered Miss Elting with emphasis. "But we should
like to know what it means."
"Might have been a bird or something.
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