"Come on, let's be going," cried Roy, as he saw that the battle was
over.
"Ouch! my wrist!" exclaimed Jimsy, wringing his left hand; "I believe
that fellow has broken it."
"Let's have a look," said Roy, as the two boys made their way to the
huddled group of girls.
"Nothing but a nasty whack," he pronounced, after an examination. "Well,
girls, was it an exciting battle?"
"Oh, it was terrible," cried Jess; "we thought you'd be badly beaten."
"But as it is we appear to be future 'white hopes,' not forgetting
Jake," smiled Roy, who was still panting from his exertions.
"You were awfully brave, I think," cried Bess admiringly, giving the
three "heroes" a warm glance.
"Well, there wasn't anything to do but fight, unless we'd run away,"
laughed Roy, "and now what about the cause of all the trouble?"
He glanced at the little girl clinging to Peggy's hand. The child was
pitifully emaciated, with drawn features and large, dark eyes that gazed
about her bewilderedly. Her clothing was a red gingham dress that fitted
her like a sack.
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