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hurt.
CHAPTER 9
"Todd!" Beth struggled to turn her skis in his
direction. "Are you okay?"
As she hurried toward her brother, she realized he
definitely was not okay. One of his skis was lying broken nearby, and he was
gripping his ankle. His face was twisted in pain.
Todd managed a small smile. "Boy, am I glad to see
you."
"What happened?" Beth asked as she released her
ski bindings and knelt beside her brother.
"The other guys got way ahead of me, and I was trying
to catch up. I crashed and hurt my ankle. I think it's broken."
"Let's get your ski off," Beth said.
Todd squeezed his eyes shut and moaned softly as she gently
removed his remaining ski and stretched his hurt leg.
"Easy, easy," Beth said soothingly. "What
made you think you could ski The Jaws of Death? You could have killed yourself."
Todd rolled his eyes. "Tell me about it." then a
confused look came over his face. "What're you doing here, Beth?"
"I took a wrong turn," she answered. "I'll
tell you about it later. Now we'd better concentrate on getting you warm."
Beth unzipped her jacket and spread it out on the snow next
to him. "Can you move over onto my jacket?" she asked. "I don't
want you to catch cold."
"What about you?" Todd asked, scooting onto the
jacket and carefully dragging his hurt ankle along.
"I'm wearing long underwear, two shirts, and a
sweater," Beth answered. "Besides, I can move around to stay warm.
You have to stay put."
"Thanks, Beth," he said softly.
She picked up her skis and made her way back onto the slope.
"What are you doing?" called Todd.
"I'll be right back," replied Beth. She jammed one
ski in the snow in an upright position and then stuck the other in beside it.
Then she forced them to cross the way Marcel had done when Charles had fallen.
"Good idea," commented Todd when Beth had
returned. "There's only one problem, though. Not many people come down The
Jaws of Death. Most people aren't good enough to tackle it." He paused for
a moment. "Including me," he added in a small voice.
"You're a great skier, Todd," Beth said
reassuringly. "But maybe you're just not quite ready for this slope."
"Yeah," Todd said. "I sure am glad you came
along. I was getting scared."
Beth smiled, but didn't say anything. Todd seemed so
convinced that she could help him. But deep down she wasn't sure she could even
get down off the slope by herself.
She looked up at the mountain. Todd was right; hardly anyone
skied this trail. There was still no one in sight, and the air was totally
quiet. Except for the sound of her own breathing in the thin air, all she could
hear was the wind rustling lightly through the tall pine trees. Would anyone
ever find them way up here?
Beth glanced back at her brother. For the first time in
hours she could feel her anger at Brittany subside a little. While Brittany had
done an incredibly mean thing, it was lucky that Beth had gotten on The
Jaws of Death. Otherwise Todd would have been up here hurt and totally alone.
Deep down Beth knew that Brittany loved her and wouldn't hurt her for anything
in the world. She couldn't possibly have realized that Beth was going to take
The Jaws of Death. It was my fault, too, thought Beth. I was angry and
distracted, and I didn't pay any attention to where I was going.
"What will we do if no one finds us?" Todd asked,
interrupting her thoughts.
Beth didn't speak for a moment. She had been wondering the
same thing.
"Someone will find us," she said, trying to sound
confident.
She looked up and saw that the sun was starting to touch the
tip of the mountain. It would start getting dark soon. What should she
do? Should she leave Todd here and go for help?
But what if she couldn't make it to the bottom by dark? Or
what if she got lost? What if she fell and couldn't get help for either of
them? The questions rushed in on her.
"Hey, Beth," Todd called. "You know what I'd
like right now?"
"A blanket?" she asked.
Her brother laughed. "Yeah, that would be great. But I
was
CHAPTER 9
"Todd!" Beth struggled to turn her skis in his
direction. "Are you okay?"
As she hurried toward her brother, she realized he
definitely was not okay. One of his skis was lying broken nearby, and he was
gripping his ankle. His face was twisted in pain.
Todd managed a small smile. "Boy, am I glad to see
you."
"What happened?" Beth asked as she released her
ski bindings and knelt beside her brother.
"The other guys got way ahead of me, and I was trying
to catch up. I crashed and hurt my ankle. I think it's broken."
"Let's get your ski off," Beth said.
Todd squeezed his eyes shut and moaned softly as she gently
removed his remaining ski and stretched his hurt leg.
"Easy, easy," Beth said soothingly. "What
made you think you could ski The Jaws of Death? You could have killed yourself."
Todd rolled his eyes. "Tell me about it." then a
confused look came over his face. "What're you doing here, Beth?"
"I took a wrong turn," she answered. "I'll
tell you about it later. Now we'd better concentrate on getting you warm."
Beth unzipped her jacket and spread it out on the snow next
to him. "Can you move over onto my jacket?" she asked. "I don't
want you to catch cold."
"What about you?" Todd asked, scooting onto the
jacket and carefully dragging his hurt ankle along.
"I'm wearing long underwear, two shirts, and a
sweater," Beth answered. "Besides, I can move around to stay warm.
You have to stay put."
"Thanks, Beth," he said softly.
She picked up her skis and made her way back onto the slope.
"What are you doing?" called Todd.
"I'll be right back," replied Beth. She jammed one
ski in the snow in an upright position and then stuck the other in beside it.
Then she forced them to cross the way Marcel had done when Charles had fallen.
"Good idea," commented Todd when Beth had
returned. "There's only one problem, though. Not many people come down The
Jaws of Death. Most people aren't good enough to tackle it." He paused for
a moment. "Including me," he added in a small voice.
"You're a great skier, Todd," Beth said
reassuringly. "But maybe you're just not quite ready for this slope."
"Yeah," Todd said. "I sure am glad you came
along. I was getting scared."
Beth smiled, but didn't say anything. Todd seemed so
convinced that she could help him. But deep down she wasn't sure she could even
get down off the slope by herself.
She looked up at the mountain. Todd was right; hardly anyone
skied this trail. There was still no one in sight, and the air was totally
quiet. Except for the sound of her own breathing in the thin air, all she could
hear was the wind rustling lightly through the tall pine trees. Would anyone
ever find them way up here?
Beth glanced back at her brother. For the first time in
hours she could feel her anger at Brittany subside a little. While Brittany had
done an incredibly mean thing, it was lucky that Beth had gotten on The
Jaws of Death. Otherwise Todd would have been up here hurt and totally alone.
Deep down Beth knew that Brittany loved her and wouldn't hurt her for anything
in the world. She couldn't possibly have realized that Beth was going to take
The Jaws of Death. It was my fault, too, thought Beth. I was angry and
distracted, and I didn't pay any attention to where I was going.
"What will we do if no one finds us?" Todd asked,
interrupting her thoughts.
Beth didn't speak for a moment. She had been wondering the
same thing.
"Someone will find us," she said, trying to sound
confident.
She looked up and saw that the sun was starting to touch the
tip of the mountain. It would start getting dark soon. What should she
do? Should she leave Todd here and go for help?
But what if she couldn't make it to the bottom by dark? Or
what if she got lost? What if she fell and couldn't get help for either of
them? The questions rushed in on her.
"Hey, Beth," Todd called. "You know what I'd
like right now?"
"A blanket?" she asked.
Her brother laughed. "Yeah, that would be great. But I
was
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