As quickly as he could, he gained the front seat of the turnout and took the reins from the Englishman's hands. He saw at once that the horses had the bits in their teeth and that pulling on the lines would do little if any good.
By this time they had gained a level stretch of road, but ahead was a decline greater than that just passed. If they reached that spot an accident would be inevitable.
On one side of the road was the upward slope of the hill, on the other the treacherous downward slope that had already caused them so much trouble. Dave hesitated for a moment, then pulled on one side of the reins with might and main, allowing the other side to drop entirely.
At first the horses did not heed, but presently one began to lose temper and courage and turned in toward the upward slope. Then the other had to come around, and in a twinkling the team was literally climbing the mountain side, dragging sleigh and occupants behind them!
"Look out! We'll all go over!" cried the senator's son.
"Hold tight; they're bound to stop soon, they can't keep this up!" yelled back Dave, and even as he spoke the horses, blowing heavily, slackened up, came to a walk, and then stopped short.
"Really, don't you know——" began Granbury Lapham, and knew not what to say.
"Now you can get out, if you wish," said Dave, and gathered up both reins once more. "I guess they have had their fill of running away."
"You turned them up the hill nicely."
"It was a hard pull," said Roger. "Dave, are you going to get out?" he added, as he hopped to the ground.