He set his teeth and was off after her.

A thrill of pleasure possessed him, the joy of swift movement.
Near the foot was an abrupt fall to a frozen brook and then a sharp ascent.

He rolled over at Leila's feet seeing a firmament of stars and rose bewildered.
"Busted ?" cried Leila, who picked up the slang of the village boys to her aunt's disgust.
"I am not what you call busted," said John, "but I consider it most disagreeable." Without a word more he left her, set out up the hill and coasted again.

He upset half-way down, rolled over, and got on again laughing.

This time somehow he got over the brook and turned crossly on Leila with, "I hope now you are satisfied, Miss Grey." "You'll do, I guess," said she.