boys almost skated into him. Grandpa Horton was nowhere to be seen!




CHAPTER II

GRANDPA HORTON IS FOUND

"Look out!" shouted a big boy. "Watch where you're going! Can't you
see the little kid?"

"The ice is cracking!" cried another boy. "Look! There's water on the
top now. Gee, let me get ashore!"

"Well, go on and get ashore," said the big boy, pulling Sunny Boy to
his feet. "Go on ashore! If you're so afraid of drowning you have to
walk on a kid of this size, you'd better go ashore."

The other boy had pushed on toward the shore and he did not hear any of
this talk. The crowd continued to move by, because all the skaters
kept coming. Of course it would have been much wiser if they had gone
ashore at different points of the lake instead of crowding together at
the end where the ice was already cracking. But, somehow, people do
not stop to think when anything happens, and as soon as the boys and
girls--and men and women, too--who were skating on the pond saw that
something was happening at one end of the pond they skated there as
fast as they possibly could.

"You'd get along faster without your skates," said the big boy, "but I