By the following day the word had spread down the mountain that Mrs. Downey’s bob-sled run was operating. Guests from the Fergus hotel joined the throng but they were given rides only when there were no passengers waiting.
“It’s going over like a house afire!” Penny declared gaily to Mrs. Downey. “I shouldn’t be surprised if you take some of the Fergus hotel’s customers away from them if this enthusiasm lasts.”
“You and Sara are showing folks a wonderful time.”
“And we’re having one ourselves. It’s even more fun than skiing.”
“But more dangerous,” declared Mrs. Downey. “I hope we have no accidents.”
“Sara is a skillful driver.”
“Yes, she is,” agreed Mrs. Downey. “There’s no cause for worry so long as the track isn’t icy.”
Two days passed during which Penny did not even go near the Fergus hotel or to the village. As she remarked to Mrs. Downey, all of Pine Top came to the lodge. During the morning hours when the bob-sled run was in operation, a long line of passengers stood waiting. Guests from the Fergus hotel had few chances for rides. Several of them, wishing to be on the favored list, checked out and came to take lodging at Mrs. Downey’s place.
“I can’t understand it,” the woman declared to Penny. “Last year the run wasn’t very popular. I think it may have been because we had a little accident at the beginning of the season. Nothing serious but it served to frighten folks.”
“I wonder how the Fergus-Maxwell interests are enjoying it?” chuckled Penny.