She turned and shook her fist angrily at him; but, without regarding her in the least, he lifted the plank and rested it on the wagon.

Then motioning her to hold up the back end, he started on a run down the bank.
"The poor soul thinks he's a horse, I suppose," she said to herself, "but what difference does it make, if we can only get the plank to Tom and Julia ?" Grace soon saw, however, that the idea was not entirely idiotic.

Later she was to offer up a prayer of thanks for that same child's wagon.

The deaf and dumb man was wearing heavy Arctic rubbers, which kept him from slipping; while Grace, whose soles were as smooth as glass, kept her balance admirably by means of the other end of the plank.
Tom and Julia Crosby had now been nearly ten minutes in the water.

Twice the ice had broken under Tom's grasp, while Julia, who seemed unable to help herself, had thrown all her weight on the poor boy, while she called wildly for help and heaped Grace with reproaches for running away.
"If it were not for the fact that it would be the act of a coward," exclaimed Tom at last, his teeth chattering with cold, "I would let go of your arm and give up the job of supporting you in this ice water for talking about Grace like that.