"Yes, and he doesn't know how to do it," said Allen in a low voice. "He'll have trouble if he doesn't watch out." The small boat came nearer and nearer, gliding from side to side of the frozen river to make distance against a quartering wind. "Look out where you're going!" suddenly cried Allen, as he saw the craft headed directly for the Spider. "Luff there! Luff!" Evidently in the emergency the other boy lost his head. He came straight on, but Allen was not minded to suffer a collision. Quickly he shifted his helm, and so quickly that the next moment the _Spider_ overturned, spilling them all out. There were hoarse shouts from the boys, and shrill screams from the girls as Allen, who had managed to jump clear, raced after the still moving boat to prevent it becoming damaged. And, as he looked back to see the figures of his friends more or less entangled in luggage and fur robes, scattered over the ice, he saw the boat, the action of which had made it necessary for him to spill, herself turn over, throwing out Alice and her friend. "Anybody hurt?" asked Will, as he sat up, a robe around his shoulders. "Guess not," answered Frank, taking a quick survey of the girls. They were laughing now, and getting up. CHAPTER IX GETTING SETTLED Only a glance was needed to show that none of the party of campers had been more than bruised. They were all up now, getting rid of the entangling rugs, and collecting the scattered baggage, which had slid over the ice in various directions. "Never mind that," advised Allen, who was busy with the ropes of the ice boat. "Let's right this, fellows," he suggested, "and see if it's damaged any. It doesn't look so; but we'd better make sure." It was no easy task to get the boat on her runners again, but the girls lent their strength, no small feature in the aggregate, and soon the _Spider_ was on her legs again, if that be the proper term. "Look--they seem to be having trouble," remarked Betty, pointing to the overturned ice boat with one hand, while with the other she tried to get her rebellious hair in some sort of order. Her locks had become loosed--as had those of her chums--in the spill. The youth who had been responsible for the accident was standing near Alice, seemingly ill at ease. Alice Jallow appeared to be crying. The boat was some distance off, and it needed but a glance to show that the mast was broken. "Maybe she's hurt!" suggested Will, starting on the run toward the two figures. Allen had lowered the sail of the _Spider_ and had tossed out a sharp-pronged ice anchor. "Shall we--I wonder if we had better go _to_ Alice?" asked Mollie, doubtfully. "Oh, yes, we must, I think," spoke Betty. "Come on, girls." And even Amy, who might have been excused for not going, under the circumstances, started toward Alice, while Allen and Frank seeing that there was assistance enough, worked to get their own craft in shape, and to replace the rugs and luggage.