"This is Ida Bellethorne," said Betty, pointing to the English girl.
"I declare! I thought Hunchie was out of his head. How comes you are named after that horse, girl?"
Ida explained her connection with the black mare and with Hunchie.
"You'd better go in and talk to him. Maybe it will ease his pain. But that shin bone is sticking right through the flesh of his leg. It's awful! And he's in terrible pain. If Bill don't come back soon"
"Isn't there any man on the place?" asked Betty, interrupting.
"None but them with Bill hunting the young stock."
"And the boys—our friends—have gone with them," explained Betty. "Somebody must get the surgeon."
"How are we going to do it? The telephone wires are down," explained Mrs. Candace. "And there ain't a horse properly shod for traveling on this ice. I fear some of that young stock will break their legs."
"We saw them skating all over the road," said Bobby. "But how gay and excited they were!"
"A ridin' horse would have to go at a foot pace," explained Mrs. Candace, "unless it was sharpened. I don't know"
