“They work all right,” Jack announced. “We’ll try how they steer, now.”
“Off brakes!” shouted Sam, and he and Nat pulled up the poles.
Once more the sled shot forward, coasting down the side of the mountain. Bony sat beside Jack, in front, while Will was in the centre, surrounded by the guns and packages.
“Wow!” exclaimed Bony suddenly. “There’s a bad place just ahead.”
“I see,” remarked Jack. “We must go to one side of it.”
The place was a little hollow in the face of the mountain, and if the sled, which was headed directly for it, dipped down into it, there might be a serious accident.
“Jab your pole down, Nat!” cried Jack, as he calculated to which side of the hollow it was best to pass. “Jab it hard.”
“Hard it is!” repeated Nat, as he bore down on his pole with all his force.
The result was more than they bargained for. The sled slewed suddenly around, and only by clinging desperately to it did the boys manage to save themselves from being spilled off.
“Let go!” yelled Jack quickly.