lease don't fall off, whatever you do!" cried Ruth, who was back of
Mr. Sneed. "That would leave me to do the steering and I don't know the
first thing about it."

"Well, I'll do my best," he said, as graciously as he could. "Certainly
I don't want to make trouble for you, Miss DeVere."

"Thank you," she said, and then as she looked ahead and saw another bump
in the road, she cried:

"Look out! We're going to hit it."

Now Mr. Sneed was still suffering from the effects of the first bump,
and not wishing to repeat it he sought to avoid the second by steering
to one side. But in steering a long and heavy bobsled, well-laden with
coasters, there is one thing to be remembered. That is, it must not be
steered too suddenly to one side, for it has a propensity to "skid"
worse than an automobile.

This was what happened in the case of Mr. Sneed. He turned the steering
wheel suddenly, the bobsled slewed to one side, and, in another instant,
had upset.

"Oh, dear!"

"We'll be killed!"

These two expressions came respectively from Miss Pennington and Miss
Dixon. Some of the men cried out and a number of the girls screamed;
but, after all, no one was hurt, for the snow was soft and luckily the
bob rolled to one side, not hitting anyone.

The moment he realized that it was about to capsize Mr. Sneed let go of
the steering wheel, and gave a jump which carried him out of harm's way,
so the only mishap he suffered was a rather severe shaking up, and being
covered with snow. Considerable of the white stuff got in his mouth.

"Wuff!" he spluttered. "I--gurr--will
never--burr--steer--another--whew--sled!"

By this time he had cleared his mouth of snow, and repeated his
determination, without the interruptions and stutterings.

"Did you get that spill, Russ?" asked Mr. Pertell, who could not keep
from laughing.

"Every move of it; yes, sir!"

"Good. I think we can make use of it, though it wasn't in the scenario.
But we'll have to start over again. I want to get a good close finish."

"What's that you said?" asked Mr. Sneed, as he dusted the snow from his
clothes, and looked at the overturned bob.

"I said," repeated the manager, "that we'd have to do the coasting scene
over again, as I wanted to show a close finish of the two sleds at the
foot of the hill, and now we can't, for one is down there, and the other
is up here."

This was true enough, since Paul had steered his sled properly, and had
reached the foot of t