CHAPTER XIV.
A BRAVE RESCUE Grace was still where she had fallen, cooling a large, red lump on her forehead by applying her handkerchief first to the ice and then to the swollen place, when she suddenly felt herself to be entirely alone in the world.
"Everybody has gone home to dinner!" she exclaimed, as she glanced over her shoulder at the other end of the pond, now denuded of skaters.
Then she shifted her position, looking for Tom and Julia.

She had never dreamed, when she saw her friend go whizzing across the ice, that he had not caught the reckless girl in time to warn her of her danger.
In a flash she saw the empty expanse of ice before her.

She leaped to her feet, balancing herself with difficulty, for her head was still dizzy from the blow.
"Tom! Tom Gray!" she called.

"Where are you ?" "Run for help!" came the answer.

In another moment she saw them clinging to a broken ledge of ice, Tom supporting Julia Crosby.
As for the junior captain, she was weeping bitterly, and making no attempt to help herself.
Grace anxiously scanned the expanse of the ice.