he slope, where he and the others waved to their
less fortunate competitors.

"Well, you can have the race over again if you like," said Mr. Sneed,
with decision, "but I am not going to steer. I knew something would
happen if I steered a bob."

"Well, you were right--for once," conceded Mr. Pertell, with a smile.
"And perhaps you are right not to want to steer again. It may not be
safe."

"I'll do it!" offered Mr. Switzer. "In der old country yet I haf steered
sleds bigger yet as dis von."

"All right, you may try," said Mr. Pertell. "Now then, is anyone hurt?"

"I am not, I'm glad to say," laughed Ruth, who was brushing the snow
from her garments. "But it was a narrow escape."

"Indeed it was!" snapped Miss Dixon. "It was all your fault, too, Mr.
Sneed!"

"My fault, how?"

"You steered to one side too quickly. Don't you try that, Mr. Switzer."

"Indeed und I vill not. You can trust me!"

"Get ready then," ordered Mr. Pertell. "Come on back!" he called to Paul
and his companions at the foot of the hill.

As the story in which the coasting race figured would have to be
changed to make the accident fit in, Mr. Pertell had Russ get all the
incidental scenes he could, showing the overturned bob being righted,
the coasters getting ready for the new race, and the other bob being
pulled up hill.

Once more the rival coasters prepared to start off, with Mr. Switzer
replacing Mr. Sneed. This time there was no upset, and the two sleds
went down close together.

Then something new developed. Mr. Switzer spoke truly when he said he
had been used to steering bobs in Germany. He knew just how to do it to
get the best results, and take advantage of every favorable spot on the
hill.

Paul, too, seeing that it was to be a real race, as well as one for the
benefit of the moving picture audiences, exerted himself to get the best
out of his sled. There is little a steersman on a bob can do except to
take advantage of the easiest course. And this Paul did.

On and on went the big bobs, nearing the foot of the hill.

"This is great!" cried Mr. Pertell.

"This will be some picture!" declared Russ, with enthusiasm. "Come on,
Paul, he's going to win!"

"Not if I know it!" avowed the young actor.

"Oh, don't let them get ahead of us!" cried Alice in Paul's ear.

"I'll do my best," he said, with a grim tightening of his lips.

But it was not to be. Either a little more skillful steering on the part
of Mr. Switzer, or a