"Oh, dear!"
"We'll be killed!"
These two expressions came respectively from Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon. Some of the men cried out and a number of the girls screamed; but, after all, no one was hurt, for the snow was soft and luckily the bob rolled to one side, not hitting anyone.
The moment he realized that it was about to capsize Mr. Sneed let go of the steering wheel, and gave a jump which carried him out of harm's way, so the only mishap he suffered was a rather severe shaking up, and being covered with snow. Considerable of the white stuff got in his mouth.
"Wuff!" he spluttered. "I—gurr—will never—burr—steer—another—whew—sled!"
By this time he had cleared his mouth of snow, and repeated his determination, without the interruptions and stutterings.
"Did you get that spill, Russ?" asked Mr. Pertell, who could not keep from laughing.
"Every move of it; yes, sir!"
"Good. I think we can make use of it, though it wasn't in the scenario. But we'll have to start over again. I want to get a good close finish."
"What's that you said?" asked Mr. Sneed, as he dusted the snow from his clothes, and looked at the overturned bob.