She struck lengthwise, her arms stretched, and slid hard to a shocking impact that stunned her.
Bo's scream rang in her ears; she felt the wet grass under her face and then the strong hands that lifted her.

Dale loomed over her, bending down to look into her face; Bo was clutching her with frantic hands.

And Helen could only gasp.

Her breast seemed caved in.

The need to breathe was torture.
"Nell!--you're not hurt.