CHAPTER XVI
THE FLY IN THE AMBER
“Oh, Dorothy!” cried Tavia.
Jennie, with a shudder, buried her face in her hands.
Joe and Roger Dale were fairly flying down the hill, and would endeavor to stop by collision with the same lump of frozen earth that had previously been their bulwark.
“See! Ned! Nat!” cried Dorothy again. “We must stop them!”
But how stop the boys already rushing down hill on their coaster? It seemed an impossible feat.
The White brothers dropped the towline of the big sled and scrambled along the slippery slope toward the edge of the gully.
With a whoop of delight the two smaller boys, on their red coaster, whisked past the girls.
“Stop them!” shrieked the three in chorus.
Ned reached the edge of the gully bank first. His weight upon the cracking earth sent the slight barrier crashing over the brink. Just as they had supposed there was not a possible chance of Joe’s stopping the sled when it came down to this perilous spot.