But the upset had occurred in a soft bank of snow, and, aside from the discomfort, no one was hurt.
“If it had happened ten feet back though—well, there’d been a different story to tell,” mused Tom, as he and his companions helped the girls out of the conglomeration of sleds and drifts.
“What did you want to try anything like that for?” asked Phil of Burton, when there was some semblance of calmness.
“Well, a fellow dared me to coast into the hollow, and I said I would.”
“You won’t do it again—with my sister aboard,” growled Phil.
“No, indeed!” cried Madge Tyler. “If we’d known he was going to do that we wouldn’t have ridden with him.”
“Oh, no harm’s done,” spoke Burton with a laugh. “I can soon fix that steering gear, and we’ll have some fun yet.”
“No, thank you,” replied Miss Harrison. “I think we have had enough for one night.”
“Come on our bob,” invited Tom eagerly. “It’s early yet.”