"Can't I cut the line with this?" she asked, timidly, as she
pushed her way to Dick's side.

"Yes, Yes; cut it!" moaned Sam. "Oh, my wrist is almost cut in
two!"

Stooping low, Dora sawed away at the kite line, which was as taut
as a string on a bass fiddle. Suddenly there was a loud snap and
the cord parted. Sam and Dick fell back from the edge of the
cliff, while the entangled kites soared away for parts unknown.

"Thank Heaven you cut the line, Dora!" said Dick, who was the
first to recover from the excitement of the situation. He saw
that Dom was trembling like a leaf, and he hastened to her
support, but she pushed him away and pointed to Sam.

"Don't mind me -- I am all right, Dick," she said. "Go care for
poor Sam. See how his wrist is bleeding! Oh, how dreadful!"

"Here is my handkerchief; he had better bind it up with that,"
said Grace Laning, as she offered the article.

"We'll wash the wound first," put in Frank, and raced off for some
water. Soon he returned with his stiff hat full, and the cut on
Sam's wrist was tenderly washed by the Laning girls, who then
bound it up with the skill of a hospital surgeon.

The kite-flying continued for the balance of the afternoon. But
Sam and Dick had had enough of it, and, along with Tom, they took
a stroll along the lake front with Dora Stanhope and Grace and