"Will you admit now that we're off the road, Neil Ward?" cried some one,
fiercely; and Neil, without contention but with evident chagrin,
admitted it. There was no ditch that he was aware of within a mile of
the highway.
Jeff drew the rugs tighter about Evelyn, then lifted a corner to peer
in. "Don't be frightened, little girl. We'll get out of this all right,"
he said, as cheerfully as he could, although he was alarmed for her
safety more than he would have dared to admit, even to himself.
The other girls were all strong, healthy specimens of young womanhood,
presumably able to endure a good deal of cold and exposure without
danger of serious harm. But this little sensitive plant! Jeff waited in
suspense for her answer.
It came in a clear, sweet voice, without a particle of fright in it: "Of
course we shall. And won't it be fun to tell about it afterward?"
"You're right, it will!" he responded, with enthusiasm. Inwardly he
said, "You're a plucky one, all right." Then, with the other fellows, he
leaped out of the sleigh, and went to trampling down the snow around the
imprisoned horses.
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