Snapped both bones, he says, just above the ankle, and a fine time I've got ahead of me this winter, with no skating, hockey, or anything worth living for.

But then it might have been worse, because my neck is worth more to me than my ankle.

But now I do hope you can get me home.

I never wanted to see home and mother one-half as much as now." "Yes, we've come in the big car, K.K.," Hugh assured him.

"And we'll fetch you home right away.