"How can I?" moaned the poor fellow.

Jane started to speak, but a loud "Hoo-e-e-e" from the far end of the
bridge caused her to pause. The call was repeated. Then they heard
Harriet running toward them.

"Look out for holes in the floor!" yelled Crazy Jane. "You can't tell
anything about this perforated old bridge. Come back here, Tommy
Thompson!" Tommy had started to run to meet Harriet. Margery grabbed
and pulled her back. Tommy jerked away angrily, but this time it was
Jane McCarthy who laid a firm grip on the little girl's arm. "You stay
right here." Jane lifted her voice in a prolonged call.

Harriet Burrell answered in kind. A moment later Harriet came running
up to them, dripping from her unexpected plunge into the river.

"Was any one hurt? Oh, I'm so glad!" as a quick glance told her that
all of her companions were there. "Oh, those poor horses!"

"Buthter thought thhe wath killed, but after I told her thhe wath all
right, thhe felt better," observed Tommy, with a sidelong glance at
Margery.

"Just as though I'd pay any attention to what you say," retorted
Margery, her chin in the air. "You talk entirely too much."

"I'm so glad you weren't hurt, Harriet," said Hazel, "but I'm sorry you
are so wet."