When Kink and the man reached the Slowcoach, Hester saw that they were
carrying a girl of about her own age, who was lying in their arms quite
still, with her eyes closed.
They placed her gently on the cushions, and Kink dashed a little water on
her face.
After a moment or so she opened her eyes and asked where she was.
"You're all right," said Hester. "You've had an accident. We're taking care
of you."
Then the little girl remembered. "The ponies!" she cried. "Are they hurt?"
"I'm afraid one of them is," said Kink. "But never mind now. The great
thing is that you weren't thrown out. Keep quiet now, missie, and we'll
look after everything."
But the little girl would not be silenced.
"Which one is hurt?" she asked. "Which one? Is it Marshall or Snelgrove?"
"I don't know," said Kink. "They're both alike."
"Oh, no, they're not," said the little girl. "Marshall has a white star
between his eyes. Oh, do say Marshall's all right! Marshall's my very own."
"I'll go and see," said Gregory; and he ran off, and came back to say that
Marshall was the one that seemed to be all right, but Snelgrove had broken
his leg and couldn't move.
"Oh, I'm so glad about Marshall," said the girl; "but poor Tommy, how sorry
he'll be!"
"See if you can get up, missie," said Kink.
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