The kite was pitching in the gusty wind. The tail was not long enough nor the rope either. Occasionally it would dive head down, but Everett always managed to check it, and it rose again, twitching from side to side. "M--m--my sh--shoe!" Horry cried, after one of the dives. He started off over the field. "I'm g--g--goin' t--to g--g--get it." The kite dived again, straight down. Horry was almost under it, the sight of his shoe, not more than a hundred feet above his head, making him reckless--if anything was needed to make him so. "Horry!" Sally called anxiously. "Come away. You'll get hurt." But he showed no disposition to come away. He followed the kite, keeping just under it, his arms upraised. Sally ran towards him; and at that moment Everett succeeded in checking the downward dive of the great kite, which rose slowly, tugging and twitching at its rope viciously. It was like a live thing compelled to go up against its will and determined to come down. It was pretty low now and it seemed likely that the kite would have its way. Dick seemed to think so. "It's no use, Ev," he said. "Better let it down easy and we'll put on more ballast." Everett gritted his teeth and made no reply. If any kite was to get the better of him, it would have to fight for it. He wouldn't give in. "You'll have it smashed up," Dick warned him quietly. As he spoke, the kite gave two violent pitches and dived once more. Even Everett could not stop it and it came down like lightning, straight at Horry Carling. Sally saw it and so did Horry. Horry seemed to be paralyzed; and Sally precipitated herself upon him, bearing him to the ground, but a little away from the kite. The next instant the heavy kite struck the ground with great force and two of its sticks broke. It had struck Sally on her outstretched left foot and may have broken something more than kite sticks. The broken kite fell over upon Sally and Horry. Horry began to struggle. "L--l--lemme g--g--get out," he yelled. "Keep still!" said Sally. "I'll get up and then--oh!" Sally was already part way up. There was a terrible pain in her left leg. She felt dizzy. "I--I think--I'll lie down," she murmured; and she fainted. Sally opened her eyes presently, and smiled vaguely. The kite was gone, she was lying upon her back and Everett and Dick were bending over her, while the Carlings and the other small boys gazed in awe-struck silence. "Where's the kite?" Sally asked weakly. She was not quite herself yet. "Never mind about the kite, Sally," Dick answered; "it's broken and I'm glad of it. Where did it hit you?" "I've a pain in my left leg," said Sally. "It's a pretty hard pain." Her lips were white as she spoke, and she pressed them together to stop their quivering. She did not mean to cry. "We'll carry you in," said Dick.