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Fifty feet below the brink of the hill a slight curve in the slide around a thick clump of evergreens hid the sled from the group at the top. They could hear only the delighted screams of the girls until, with a loud ring of metal on crystal, the runners clashed upon the ice and the bobsled darted into view again upon the frozen strait.
"See, they're not going to run farther than we did." "I don't know about that," murmured Nan, honestly. "Come on!" Bess cried. "Let's get back and try it again. I know those horrid things can't beat the Sky-rocket." The other girls had already piled upon the bobsled. Walter started them with a push and called a "good-bye" after them.
All eyes were turned in that direction, and those at the top of the slope saw a team of runaway horses, attached to a heavy bobsled, plunging madly up the hill. And, right in the path of the frightened animals was Nan Bobbsey, and one or two other girls, on their sleds, coasting straight for the runaways. A cry of fear came from Bert Bobbsey as he noticed his sister's danger. "Stop the horses!"
I reckon I'd better look after those chaps. If they're trespassing on Elk Lodge I can have them arrested anyhow." The next day was clear and calm, just right for taking pictures, and after breakfast the entire company went out on the hill where the bobsled race was to take place. The hill had been prepared in advance by men from Elk Lodge, so that the sleds would attain good speed.
"With our last cent," came the answer of the other man, and in the voice was grimness and enthusiasm. It was a game of life or extinction now. March, and a few warm days, which melted the snows only that they might crust again. Back and forth traveled the bobsled to Tabernacle, only to meet with disappointment.
She looked so much like the boy that there could be no doubt of their relationship. "Hello, Grace!" Walter called to his sister, in response. But his gaze went past the chubby figure of his shy sister to another girl who, with her chum, was in the lead of the four tugging at the rope of the gaily painted bobsled.
For winter, tenacious, grim, hateful winter, had returned for a last fling, a final outburst of frigid viciousness that was destined to wrap the whole range country in a grip of terror. They tried the bobsled, Ba'tiste and Houston, only to give it up.
Not so a heavy-set, burly looking man who was tramping along the half-beaten path just as Nan and her chums dashed down the hill on the bobsled. This big man, whose broad face showed no sign of cheerfulness, but exactly the opposite, tramped on without a glance at the sign-board. He started across the slide as the prow of the Sky-rocket, with Nan clinging to the wheel, shot into view.
Sacre, and you are the wizard!" "Hardly that." They were climbing into the bobsled. "I just had enough sense to put two and two together. On the train to Boston I got a tip about my case, something that led me to believe that the district attorney knew all the time that I was innocent. He had conducted experiments at the Bellstrand Hospital of which nothing had been said in the trial.
"Just a minute," begged Betty, with a delightful little shiver of excitement as she tucked in her skirts and pulled her soft hat further over her eyes. "Ye-s, now I guess I'm fixed." They started. The wind sang in their ears and sharp particles of snow flew up to sting their faces. Zip! they had taken one hill, and the gallant bobsled gathered momentum. Betty clung tightly to Bob.
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