forehead by applying her handkerchief first to the ice and then to the
swollen place, when she suddenly felt herself to be entirely alone in the
world.

"Everybody has gone home to dinner!" she exclaimed, as she glanced over
her shoulder at the other end of the pond, now denuded of skaters.

Then she shifted her position, looking for Tom and Julia. She had never
dreamed, when she saw her friend go whizzing across the ice, that he had
not caught the reckless girl in time to warn her of her danger.

In a flash she saw the empty expanse of ice before her. She leaped to her
feet, balancing herself with difficulty, for her head was still dizzy from
the blow.

"Tom! Tom Gray!" she called. "Where are you?"

"Run for help!" came the answer. In another moment she saw them clinging
to a broken ledge of ice, Tom supporting Julia Crosby.

As for the junior captain, she was weeping bitterly, and making no attempt
to help herself.

Grace anxiously scanned the expanse of the ice. It was nearly a mile to
the other end of the pond, and the last group of skaters had disappeared
over the brow of the hill.

"You must think quickly," she said to herself.

Her eyes took in the other shore. Not a soul was there, not a dwelling of