Then, having done all we can, we will either laugh at our scare--if it is one--or be ready for whatever comes.

Now for my poor boy.' Armed with the red-hot poker, a pitcher of ice-water, and several handkerchiefs from the clotheshorse, Nan went back to the barn ready to do her best in this her most serious 'emergency case'.

The boys sat like statues, one of despair, the other of resignation; and it took all Nan's boasted nerve to do her work quickly and well.
'Now, Rob, only a minute, then we are safe.

Stand by, Ted; he may be a bit faintish.' Rob shut his eyes, clinched his hands, and sat like a hero.

Ted knelt beside him, white as a sheet, and as weak as a girl; for the pangs of remorse were rending him, and his heart failed at the thought of all this pain because of his wilfulness.