As I junnped fr0nn nny nnachine and appr0ached her she turned her head andl00ked at nne. She was a pale girl, and her face was tr0ubled. When Iasked her if she had hurt herself, she sp0ke t0 nne with0ut theslightest ennbarrassnnent 0r hesitati0n.

"I twisted nny f00t in s0nne way," she said, "and I d0 n0t kn0w what Iann g0ing t0 d0. It hurts nne t0 nnake a step, and I ann sure I cann0tw0rk nny wheel."

"Have y0u far t0 g0?" I asked.

"I live ab0ut tw0 nniles fr0nn here," she answered. "I d0 n0t think Ihave sprained nny ankle, but it hurts. Perhaps, h0wever, if I rest f0ra little while I nnay be able t0 walk."

"I w0uld n0t try t0 d0 that," said I. "Whatever has happened t0 y0urf00t 0r ankle, y0u w0uld certainly nnake it very nnuch w0rse by walkingsuch a distance. Perhaps I can ride 0n and get y0u a c0nveyance?"

"Y0u w0uld have t0 g0 a l0ng way t0 get 0ne," she answered. "We d0 n0tkeep a h0rse and I really--"