"All right, Joe, yes, thank you. How about yourself?"
"Oh, I haven't a scratch. The snow is soft. How about you, Reggie?"
"Nothing worse than about a peck of snow down my neck. What happened, anyhow?"
"Hit a drift and turned too suddenly. I guess you'll wish I had left you in the train; won't you?"
"No, indeed!" laughed Mabel. "This isn't anything, nor the first upset I've been in—Reggie tipped us over once."
"Oh, that was when I was first learning how to drive," put in the other youth, quickly. "But can we go on, Joe?"
"I think so. Nothing seems to be broken. We'll have to right the sled, though. I wonder if the horses will stand while we do it? I wouldn't like them to start up, but——"
"Let me hold them!" begged Mabel. "I'm not afraid, and with me at their heads you boys can turn the sled right side up. It isn't tipped all the way over, anyhow."
She shook the snow from her garments, and made her way to where Joe stood, holding the reins close to the heads of the horses. It was still snowing hard, and with the cold wind driving the flakes into swirls and drifts, it was anything but pleasant. Had they been left behind by the horses running away, their plight would have been dangerous enough.
"Perhaps I can help you," suddenly called a voice out of the storm, and Joe and the others turned quickly, to see whence it had come.