"Fathter, fathter!" urged Tommy.
"The little one is planning mischief," declared Jane, gazing narrowly
up the slope.
"Yes, I know. Get to one side," replied Harriet laughingly.
"What is it, honey?" whispered Jane.
"Wait! You'll see some fun in a moment. You may trust Tommy to get
even every time. There he comes!"
Janus, under Tommy's urging, had leaned well forward. He was grinning
even more broadly than before, pulling on the line with all his might,
the perspiration dripping from his forehead. All at once Tommy swung
in the foot that was free and thrust it straight up the slope. The
little projection caught her foot. Tommy stiffened one leg and stopped
short with a jolt which shook her slender body. But she didn't care.
"Thave me!" howled the little, lisping girl.
Janus, caught off his balance, did exactly what Harriet Burrell had
foreseen he would do. The guide was jerked from his feet, and,
throwing out both hands before him to protect himself, went shooting
down the incline headfirst.
"Grab the rope!" he shouted, as he pitched over.
In the meantime something was happening to Grace Thompson.
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