"Miss Crosby!" "What's the matter ?" demanded Tom.
"Don't you see the danger flag over there?
She will skate into a hole if she keeps on.

The ice houses are near here, and I suppose it is where they have been cutting ice." "Hello-o!" cried Tom, straining his lungs to reach the skater, who looked back, gave her usual tantalizing laugh and skated on.
"You are getting onto thin ice," screamed Grace in despair, beckoning wildly.

"Stop! Stop!" Julia Crosby was skating backwards now, facing the others.
"Catch me if you can," she called, and the wind carried her words to them as they flew after her.
Then Grace, who had been anxiously watching the skater and not the ice, stumbled on a piece of frozen wood and fell headlong.

She lay still for an instant, half stunned by the blow, but even in that distressful moment she could hear the other girl's derisive laughter.
Tom called again: "You'll be drowned, if you don't look where you are going." "Why don't you learn to skate ?" was Julia's answer.
"O Tom," exclaimed Grace.

"Leave me.