y did not know much about steering sleds.

"Oh!" cried Nan. "We'll run right over them."

But Tommy Todd, who was sitting behind Charley, slid forward as the
other boy rolled off, and now Tommy grasped the steering wheel with all
his might.

He twisted it around, to send the bob-sled away from Flossie and
Freddie, who were almost under the runners now. Bert, who saw what was
about to happen, was ringing the bell as hard as he could. The other
boys were yelling and the girls were screaming.

"Flossie! Freddie! Fall off your sleds! Roll out of the way!" yelled
Nan.

CHAPTER XVIII

BERT'S SNOWSHOES

For a moment it seemed as though there would be an accident, in which
not only Flossie and Freddie, but some of those on the big bob-sled as
well, would be hurt. But Tommy Todd seemed to know just what to do.

"It's all right!" he cried. "Stay on your sleds, Freddie and Flossie. I
can steer out of your way."

And Tommy did. But the only way he could avoid hitting the two little
twins was to steer the big bob-sled into a bank of soft snow on one side
of the hill. This he did, and though he, Nan and some of those sitting
in front were covered with a shower of the white flakes, no one was
hurt. Flossie and Freddie kept on down the hill on their sleds, scared
but not in the least harmed.

"Say, it's a good thing you grabbed that steering wheel when you did,"
said Bert to Tommy, as they all got off the bob-sled.

"I should say so!" cried Ned Barton. "I didn't know you could steer,
Tommy."

"I didn't know it myself until I tried," Tommy said, with a smile, as he
dug some snow out of his ear. "I knew I just _had_ to steer, though,
when I saw Charley fall off. We didn't want to run over Flossie and
Freddie."

"It's a good thing you sat so close to the steering wheel," put in Nan.
"You grabbed it just in time."

Flossie and Freddie came walking up the hill, and Charley, who had
picked himself up, came walking down. He had not been hurt by his fall.

"Flossie--Freddie, what made you steer over to our side?" asked Bert.

"We couldn't help it," said Freddie.

"Our sleds just did it themselves," went on Flossie. "Did you think we
were going to run into you?"

"No, but we almost ran into _you_!" exclaimed Nan. "You must be more
careful or mother won't let you come out on the hill again."

"Well, we're tired of coasting now, anyhow," Freddie said. "We're going
home."

Most of the others made ready to go home