CHAPTER III
SAMMY HAS AN IDEA
"Maybe she's dead!" gasped Sammy Brown, as he reached the side of Frank, and looked down on the motionless old lady.
"There you go!" cried Frank, half angrily, "always thinking something like that. Why should she be dead?"
"She fell heavily enough," said Bob. "The snow's awful slippery. Maybe her leg's broken."
"That's more like it," said Frank. "Now we've got to take her into one of these houses. Can we carry her?"
"I guess we'll have to," said Bob. "There doesn't seem to be anyone else around just now. Can we lift her?"
At that moment the elderly lady who had fallen tried to get up. Her eyes, that had been closed, were opened, and she looked very pale.
"Are you hurt?" asked Frank, anxiously. "We'll help you get up, and carry you into one of these houses."
He gazed up and down the street as he spoke. There were no other persons in sight, and the accident had happened at a place where there were only a few houses. Had there been stores nearby someone might have come out at once to help the old lady.
"I don't believe I am badly hurt," she said, with a smile. "I thought at first my leg was broken, but I'm sure, now, it is not, though it may be sprained. I slipped and struck my head when I went down. I must have been unconscious for a few seconds."
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