Part 35 (1/2)

”Whew!” exclaimed Alexia. ”Did you ever see such perfectly dreadful boys to kick up such a dust? Oh, dear me, Polly Pepper. Ker-choo!”

When she came out of her sneezing fit, Polly was saying again:

”Oh, how perfectly stupid I am, Alexia!”

But her eyes shone, for it was now all right for Joel with the boys.

XVI

THE ACCIDENT

But the boys didn't get back after Joel--not just then. A big tallyho coach, in swinging around a corner, bore down upon the struggling crowd, the driver halloing and the horn blowing l.u.s.tily, by way of a signal to clear the road. This would have been all well enough and easy to avoid, if a string of bicyclists had not selected that very identical moment to appear from the opposite direction. And Larry, whose uncle was in the last-mentioned procession, having a laudable desire to see him and make his relation aware of the fact, turned, waved his cap and his arms with a, ”Hi, there, Uncle Jack!” and in another second was under the big wheels, the whole merry party going over him and the laughter and chat still filling the air.

Miss Mary Taylor, having an outside seat, looked over quickly. Hamilton Dyce, sitting next, clambered down.

”Don't be frightened,” he said into her pale face.

Half a dozen men were on the ground with him, and the boys swarmed around wildly, getting in everybody's way. The bicyclists, not catching the idea of any accident, were swiftly coasting down the hill, for after all their leader had suddenly changed his mind and veered off just before reaching the scene of the accident.

”Help me down,” said Miss Taylor hoa.r.s.ely.

”Ugh, don't!” said Beth Cameron, with a s.h.i.+ver, poking her parasol well down over her eyes. ”I wouldn't see it for all the world”--s.h.i.+vering.

”You can't do any good; better not,” said Mr. Dyce, looking up at Miss Taylor.

But Miss Mary continued to say, ”Help me down,” and she so evidently displayed the intention of getting down without any a.s.sistance if it weren't forthcoming, that Mr. Dyce did as he was bidden, and she was on the spot by the time that Larry was drawn out from under the wheels and laid on the roadside gra.s.s.

”I'm afraid he's done for, poor beggar,” said one of the men.

Mr. Dyce turned Miss Mary completely around and marched her off to the middle of the road before she knew that such summary treatment was to be accorded her. Then she caught her breath.

”You needn't think to save me,” she said, with a little gasp: ”I'm--I'm quite strong. I must go. Oh, don't stop me. Think of poor Mrs. Keep!” and she was back in among the group of men and the frantic boys. ”Send for Doctor Fisher,” she cried, kneeling down by Larry's side.

”No use--” began another man, but Hamilton Dyce cried, ”Which one can run the fastest for Doctor Fisher?”

Little Porter Knapp could, there was no doubt of that. All arms and legs was he, and able to get over more ground a minute than any other boy of their set, not excepting Joel Pepper. So, before Mr. Dyce had finished speaking, he was off like a shot, leaving Miss Taylor sitting on the gra.s.s holding Larry's poor head, while the whole crowd of men revolved around her, nervous to do something, but not seeing their way clear to find out what would be expedient.

”If those chaps would stop howling!” exclaimed one of the men, in desperation, stalking off a bit to cram his hands in his pocket, and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.e this to a companion.

”It's pretty hard on the kids,” remarked the friend, with a glance over his shoulder at Frick and the rest of the boys, who added to the misery by crowding up to the scene and impeding the progress of all would-be helpers.

”He's dead, it's easy to see,” observed the first man, nodding over to the group.

”That's a fact, it looks like it,” nodded the friend. ”Well, it's a bad thing, but no one's at fault. Mac couldn't help it. The little beggar ran right under the horses.”

”Oh, Mac's not to blame,” said the first speaker hastily, ”but it's an awful calamity just the same, to run down a kid. Well, we must pacify the ladies.” So the two walked back and up to the side of the coach, when the big hats under the parasols leaned over and allowed their fair owners to be diverted with all sorts of comforting things. And presently little Doctor Fisher came rus.h.i.+ng along in his gig, out of which sprang Porter Knapp before the horse could be persuaded to stop.

[Ill.u.s.tration: ”Oh, Larry,” said Miss Taylor gently, bending over him.]