Hazel Holland also had rolled over to free herself of the
blankets. But before either of them had succeeded in getting to her
feet, Tommy had taken the long dive, followed, as the reader already
knows, by Margery, and later by Harriet Burrell and Jane McCarthy.
"They'll be killed! Oh, those girls!" wailed the guardian. "Go after
them, Janus."
"They are quite likely to be," observed the guide huskily. "I can go
after them, but I can't stop them. There they are."
They heard the splash--in fact, several distinct splashes--faint, it is
true, but sufficient to tell those in the camp that the girls had
reached their destination, the pond at the foot of the Slide. Janus
already was racing down the mountain, jumping, stumbling, falling now
and then, but making his way down as rapidly as possible.
"Remain here, Hazel," commanded Miss Elting. Then she, too, hurried
down, making even better time than did the guide, for the guardian was
more agile and much lighter on her feet.
Fortunately for Tommy, she had been headed straight along the center of
the Slide from the beginning.
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