Smash-up ! Run ! Run ! '' like a raven croaking over a battlefield when the fight was done . Down rushed boys and girls ready to laugh or cry , as the case might be , for accidents will happen on the best-regulated coasting-grounds . They found Jack sitting up looking about him with a queer , dazed expression , while an ugly cut on the forehead was bleeding in a way which sobered the boys and frightened the girls half out of their wits . `` He 's killed ! He 's killed ! '' wailed Sue , hiding her face and beginning to cry . `` No , I 'm not . I 'll be all right when I get my breath . Where 's Jill ? '' asked Jack , stoutly , though still too giddy to see straight . The group about him opened , and his comrade in misfortune was discovered lying quietly in the snow with all the pretty color shocked out of her face by the fall , and winking rapidly , as if half stunned . But no wounds appeared , and when asked if she was dead , she answered in a vague sort of way , -- `` I guess not . Is Jack hurt ? '' `` Broken his head , '' croaked Joe , stepping aside , that she might behold the fallen hero vainly trying to look calm and cheerful with red drops running down his cheek and a lump on his forehead . Jill shut her eyes and waved the girls away , saying , faintly , -- `` Never mind me . Go and see to him . '' `` Do n't !
I 'm all right , '' and XXXXX tried to get up in order to prove that headers off a bank were mere trifles to him ; but at the first movement of the left leg he uttered a sharp cry of pain , and would have fallen if Gus had not caught and gently laid him down .
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