Twaddles laughed and Bobby helped him down. They watched him running down the road, a small, sturdy figure, dark against all that whiteness.
"He's got it!" cried Dot, as Twaddles stooped and picked something up.
"Twaddles sees everything!"
Her twin did not run all the way back, because he couldn't. It was hard going in the snow and his feet slipped. Besides, he was almost out of breath.
"It's a good glove," the others heard him saying as he came within speaking distance. "It's a very good glove and somebody lost it."
Bobby and Meg pulled him back into the sleigh and he held out the glove for them to see. Sam Layton whistled in surprise when he examined it.
"Well, Twaddles, you were right and I was wrong," he said. "This is a good glove; it's fur lined and almost new. Somebody is out of luck—one glove is about as useless as one shoe lace."
"Maybe we'll find the man," Twaddles declared placidly.
"You believe in luck, don't you?" said Sam, starting the horse on his way again. "That glove must have been dropped from some wagon or car and probably last night. I think we're the first folks through here to-day."
Bobby wanted to know how Sam could tell and when it was pointed out to him that there were no tracks through the snow, he understood at once.
"Wouldn't it be nice if we found the other glove?" Dot suggested suddenly.