I'll soon get my breath.

Do go and stop that girl.

The pond's awfully deep there." "Miss Crosby," Tom Gray called, "won't you wait a minute?
I have something to tell you." "Catch me first!" she cried.
She turned and began skating for dear life, bending from the waist and going like the wind.
"I think I'll try and catch her from the front," he said to himself.

"I don't propose to tumble in, too, and leave poor Grace to fish, us both out." With arms swinging freely, he made for the center of the pond.

As he whizzed past the girl, he turned with a wide sweep and came toward her, pointing at the same time to the white flag.