inch of snow and this made it even more treacherous. Suddenly his feet shot out from under him, and as he fell his right ankle twisted and he went down heavily. With a groan of pain he sat up and rubbed his ankle. It was probably nothing. He had often had as bad a hurt as that in football and gone back into the game. But as he felt of the injured member he uttered a cry of pain. It certainly was no slight sprain.
He took off his shoe and began slowly massaging the ankle, and then he noted that it was swelling rapidly. He put snow upon it but that did little to stop the swelling. Soon it was so badly swollen that he could not replace the shoe.
Then the full force of his predicament came home to him. He could not even put on his shoe, much less step upon his foot. There was little chance that an automobile would pass as the track showed that none had passed since the storm.
It was cold but he did not think he would
