Russ, though not very big, was a sturdy young chap, and, seeing Mun Bun's legs sticking out from under a pile of blankets, he pulled on them. And, as Mun Bun was still fast to his legs, when Russ pulled on them he pulled his little brother out into view.
"Hi! Quit that! What you doin'?" Mun Bun wanted to know.
"I had to get you out," said Russ. "Where's Margy?"
Margy did not answer in words, but she did by crawling out from where she had been sitting next to Mun Bun.
Then out came Laddie, Vi and Rose, and all the six little Bunkers were accounted for.
"That drift was deeper than I thought it was," said Grandpa Ford. "The sled went up one side of it and just toppled over. It spilled you all out nice and easy."
And that is just what had happened. The sled had gone over on one side so slowly and gently that no one was caught under it. The six little Bunkers had been toppled out, still wrapped in the blankets in which they had ridden from Great Hedge.
"What are we going to do?" asked Russ. "How are we going to get home, Grandpa?"
"Well, I'll see about that in just a minute," answered Grandpa Ford. "I don't believe anything is broken. But I'll have to get help to lift the sled right side up again. Whoa, now, ponies!"
The horses, which Grandpa Ford called "ponies," just for fun, were turning to look at the overturned sled. The six little Bunkers stood in a row, also looking at what had happened.