CHAPTER V
THEIR TROUBLES MULTIPLY
Harriet Burrell's position was, indeed, a perilous one. She was too plucky
to release her grip on the rein, no matter what the cost to herself, and
her gown. Clinging desperately to the rein she was jerked violently across
the log road, the horse dragging her after him as he bolted in among the
trees on the opposite side.
Harriet still hoped that she might be able to check the animal and bring
it to a standstill. She did not pause to think what a foolhardy thing she
was doing. All of a sudden the animal swung about in a half circle. He
literally cracked the whip with Harriet Burrell. The rein slapped the side
of a big tree. Harriet was lifted from her feet and hurled with great
force into the middle of a heap of brush. The dead branches snapped under
her weight and she landed at the bottom of the heap, then lay still.
Miss Elting upon finding that the other three girls were more scared than
hurt, had run after the fleeing horse that was dragging Harriet away. She
cried out in her alarm as she saw the girl land in the brush heap. But by
the time Miss Elting had reached the spot, Harriet's pale, scratched face
appeared above the top of the brush.
"Oh, my dear, my dear! Are you hurt?"
"Oh, I am all right, thank you," answered Harriet with a brave smile.
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