"I--I--didn't do it," stammered Charley. "I guess you turned into me."

"No, I didn't."

Bert arose and began to brush the snow from his clothes. As he did so he
heard a rushing sound behind him and then came a crash as Danny Rugg ran
into him. Down he went again and his sled had a runner completely broken
off. Bert was hit in the ankle and badly bruised.

"Why didn't you get out of the way!" roared Danny Rugg roughly. "I
yelled loud enough."

"Oh, my ankle!" groaned Bert. For the moment the wrecked sled was
forgotten.

"I didn't touch your ankle," went on the big boy.

"You did so, Danny--at least, the point of your sled did," answered
Bert.

"You ran into me in the first place," came from Charley.

"Oh, Charley, you know better than that." Bert tried to stand, but had
to sit down. "Oh, my ankle!"

"It wasn't my fault," said Danny Rugg, and began to haul his sled away.
Charley started to follow.

"Don't leave me, Charley," called out Bert. "I--I guess I can't walk."