"I'm afraid he's
hurt."
Flinging them off on either side, he stood up and waited for their
victim to rise. But Cameron lay on his face, moaning and writhing, on
the ground.
"Say, boys," said Sam, kneeling down beside him, "I'm afraid he's hurted
bad."
In his writhing Cameron lifted one leg. It toppled over to one side.
"Jumpin' Jeremiah!" said Sam in an awed voice. "His leg's broke! What in
Sam Hill can we do?"
As he spoke there was a sound of running feet, coming down the lane.
The moon, shining through the breaking clouds, revealed a figure with
floating garments rapidly approaching.
"My cats!" cried Sam in a terrified voice. "It's Mandy."
Like leaves before a sudden gust of wind the group scattered and only
Sam was left.
"What--what are you doin'?" panted Mandy. "Where is he? Oh, is that
him?" She flung herself down in the dust beside Cameron and turned him
over. His face was white, his eyes glazed. He looked like death. "Oh!
Oh!" she moaned. "Have they killed you? Have they killed you?" She
gathered his head upon her knees, moaning like a wounded animal.
"Good Lord, Mandy, don't go on like that!" cried Sam in a horrified
voice. "It's only his leg broke."
Mandy laid his head gently down, then sprang to her feet.
"Only his leg broke? Who done it? Who done it, tell me? Who done it?"
she panted, her voice rising with her gasping breath.
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