is feet dangling over the
back of his sled he guided it down the hill, out of the way of other
boys, some of whom he passed, for his sled was a fast one.

Teddy was frightened. But he was a brave little fellow, and some time
before he had learned to steer a sled with his feet, so he was not as
afraid as he might otherwise have been.

"Oh, what will happen to him?" wailed Janet, and tears came into her
eyes. As soon as she had shed them she was sorry, for it is not very
comfortable to cry wet, watery, salty tears in freezing weather.

"What is the matter, Curlytop?" asked a bigger girl of Jan. This girl
had been giving her little brother and sister a ride on her sled.

"My brother is sliding down the second hill, and there's a train
coming," sobbed Jan. "He'll be hurt! We never go on that hill!"

The big girl looked down at Ted. He was quite far away now, but he could
easily be seen.

"Maybe he'll stop in time," said the big girl. "Oh, look!" she cried
suddenly. "He's steered into a snow bank and upset!"

And this was just what Ted had done. Whether he did it by accident, or
on purpose, Jan could not tell. But she was still afraid.

"He'll get hurt!" she said to the big girl.

"Oh, I guess not," was the answer. "The snow is soft and your brother
would rather run into that, I think, than into a train of cars. Come on,
I'll go down the hill with you and see if he is all right. You stay
here, Mary and John," she said to her little brother and sister, placing
them, with their sled, where they would be out of the way of the other
coasters.

"I'll leave my sled here, too," said Jan, as she went down the hill with
the older girl.

When they reached Teddy he was brushing off the snow with which he had
become covered when he slid, head first, into the drift alongside the
road.

"Are you hurt?" cried Jan, even before she reached him.

"Nope!" laughed Ted. "I'm all right, but I was scared. I thought I'd run
over the track. Those fellows nearly did," and he pointed to the boys on
the bobsled, which they had made by joining together two or three of
their bigger sleds, tying them with ropes, and holding them together as
they went down hill by their arms and legs.

The boys on this bobsled had stopped just before going over the track
when the switchman at the crossing had lowered the gates. He was now
telling the boys they must not coast down as far as this any more, as
trains were coming. And, as he spoke, one rumbled