"I said," repeated the manager, "that we'd have to do the coasting scene over again, as I wanted to show a close finish of the two sleds at the foot of the hill, and now we can't, for one is down there, and the other is up here."
This was true enough, since Paul had steered his sled properly, and had reached the foot of the slope, where he and the others waved to their less fortunate competitors.
"Well, you can have the race over again if you like," said Mr. Sneed, with decision, "but I am not going to steer. I knew something would happen if I steered a bob."
"Well, you were right—for once," conceded Mr. Pertell, with a smile. "And perhaps you are right not to want to steer again. It may not be safe."
"I'll do it!" offered Mr. Switzer. "In der old country yet I haf steered sleds bigger yet as dis von."
"All right, you may try," said Mr. Pertell. "Now then, is anyone hurt?"
"I am not, I'm glad to say," laughed Ruth, who was brushing the snow from her garments. "But it was a narrow escape."
"Indeed it was!" snapped Miss Dixon. "It was all your fault, too, Mr. Sneed!"
"My fault, how?"
"You steered to one side too quickly. Don't you try that, Mr. Switzer."