He sank with a groan into the snow.
With a cry Marjorie was beside him.
"Oh, Kalman, you have hurt yourself!" "It is this cursed foot of mine," he groaned.

"I twisted it and something's broken, I am afraid, and it _is_ rather sore." "Hello there! what's up ?" cried Mr.Penny from his saddle.
"I'm getting beastly cold up here." Marjorie turned wrathfully upon him.
"Here, you great lazy thing, come down!" she cried.

"Kalman, you must ride." But Kalman was up and once more leading the way.
"We're almost there," he cried.

"Come along; he couldn't find the path." "It's just a great shame!" cried Marjorie, half sobbing, keeping by his side.

"Can't I help you?
Let me try." Her arm around him put new life into him.
"By Jove! I see a fire," shouted Mr.Penny.
"That's camp," said Kalman, pausing for breath while Marjorie held him up.