Charley hesitated. Then, feeling in his heart that he was really
responsible for running into Bert in the first place, he came back and
helped Bert to his feet.

"The sled is broken," said Bert, surveying the wreck dismally.

"That was Danny's fault."

"Well, then, he ought to pay for having it fixed."

"He never pays for anything he breaks, Bert,--you know that."

Slowly and painfully Bert dragged himself and his broken sled to the top
of the hill. Sharp, hot flashes of pain shooting through his bruised
ankle. Nan ran to meet him.

"Oh, Bert, what is the matter? Are you hurt?" she asked.

"Yes,--Danny ran into me, and broke the sled."

"It wasn't my fault, I say!" blustered the big boy. "You had a right to
get out of the way."

"It was your fault, Danny Rugg, and you will have to have my sled
mended," cried Bert.

Throwing down the rope of his own sled, Danny advanced and doubled up
his fists as if to fight.

"Don't you talk like that to me," he said surlily. "I don't like it."