"Oh, I guess not," was the answer. "The snow is soft and your brother would rather run into that, I think, than into a train of cars. Come on, I'll go down the hill with you and see if he is all right. You stay here, Mary and John," she said to her little brother and sister, placing them, with their sled, where they would be out of the way of the other coasters.
"I'll leave my sled here, too," said Jan, as she went down the hill with the older girl.
When they reached Teddy he was brushing off the snow with which he had become covered when he slid, head first, into the drift alongside the road.
"Are you hurt?" cried Jan, even before she reached him.
"Nope!" laughed Ted. "I'm all right, but I was scared. I thought I'd run over the track. Those fellows nearly did," and he pointed to the boys on the bobsled, which they had made by joining together two or three of their bigger sleds, tying them with ropes, and holding them together as they went down hill by their arms and legs.
The boys on this bobsled had stopped just before going over the track when the switchman at the crossing had lowered the gates. He was now telling the boys they must not coast down as far as this any more, as trains were coming. And, as he spoke, one rumbled by.
"You might have been hurt by that if you had not stopped your sled in time," said the big girl to Ted.
"That's what I thought," he answered. "That's why I steered into the snow bank."
"Those big boys were mean to shove you down the second hill," declared Janet.
"Well, maybe they didn't mean it," said the big girl.