She held her breath as she reached for the next ring, but it slipped from her fingers.

Only for a second, however, for she caught it on the next swing, and a moment later was waiting at the end.

Bessie was just starting.

Down the line she traveled, not so gracefully, perhaps, as Winona, but catching her ring on every swing.

Joyce followed, but mid-way her courage deserted her, and she failed utterly.