The Bobbsey Twins at Snow Lodge | Page 4

time on the hill. The two smaller twins went
down together.
As Freddie came up the long slope, pulling his sled in readiness for
another trip, Danny Rugg with his bob reached the head of the slope at
the same time.
"Say, Danny, give me a ride this trip; won't you?" begged a small boy,
who had no sled, but who often did errands for the bully, and played
mean tricks for him that, Danny was too lazy to play himself. "Let me

go on your bob?"
"Not this time, Sim," said Danny. "The bob is going to be filled. But
here, you can take Freddie Bobbsey's sled. He doesn't want it," and
without giving Freddie time to say whether he did or not Danny
snatched the sled rope from him and held it out to Sim Watson.
For a moment Freddie was too surprised to utter a protest and then, as
he realized what had happened, he cried out:
"Here, Danny Rugg, you let my sled alone! I do want it! Give it back to
me!"
"Aw, go on!" said Danny. "You've had rides enough. Let Sim take your
sled, or I'll punch you!" and Danny gave Freddie a shove, and held out
the rope of the sled to Sim.
"Stop it!" cried Freddie. "I'll tell Bert on you."
"Pooh! Think I'm afraid of your brother. I can handle him with one
hand tied behind my back."
"Then it's time you started in!" exclaimed a voice just back of Danny,
and the bully turned suddenly to see Bert standing near him, Danny's
face flushed, and then grew pale. Before he could make a move Bert
grabbed away from him the rope of Freddie's sled, which Sim had not
yet taken, and passed it back to his small brother.
"Don't you try that again," warned Bert.
"I will if I want to," said Danny, meanly, "I'm not afraid of you."
"Maybe not," said Bert, quietly, "and I'm not afraid of you, either. But
if you take my brother's sled for some of your friends you'll have to
settle with me. You leave Freddie alone; do you hear?"
"I don't have to mind you!"
"We'll see about that. Go ahead, Freddie. You and Flossie coast as

much as you like, and if Danny bothers you any more let me know."
Danny, with an uneasy laugh, turned aside. Some of his particular
chums gathered about him, and one murmured:
"Why don't you fight him?"
For a moment it looked as though there might be trouble, but an instant
later all thoughts of it passed, for a series of girls' screams came from
midway down the long hill.
All eyes were turned in that direction, and those at the top of the slope
saw a team of runaway horses, attached to a heavy bobsled, plunging
madly up the hill.
And, right in the path of the frightened animals was Nan Bobbsey, and
one or two other girls, on their sleds, coasting straight for the runaways.
A cry of fear came from Bert Bobbsey as he noticed his sister's danger.

CHAPTER II
OLD MR. CARFORD
"Stop the horses!"
"Yes, grab them, somebody, or they'll run into the girls!"
"Look out, everybody, they're coming right this way!"
"I'm going to get my bob to a safe place!"
It was Danny Rugg who called out this last, and the other boys had
shouted the previous expressions, as they watched the oncoming,
runaway horses.
Bert Bobbsey had thrown himself on his sled and was coasting toward

the group of girls, of whom his sister Nan was one. They were on their
sleds in the very path of the team. It seemed that nothing could save
them. But Bert had a plan in his mind.
And, while he was preparing to carry it out, I will take just a moment to
tell my new readers something about the characters of this story, and
the books that have gone before in the series.
Bert and Nan, Freddie and Flossie Bobbsey were the twin children of
Mr. and Mrs. Richard Bobbsey, who lived in an Eastern city called
Lakeport, at the head of Lake Metoka. Mr. Bobbsey was a prosperous
lumber merchant. Other members of the household were Dinah and
Sam Johnson. Dinah was the cook, fat and good-natured. Sam was her
husband, slim and also good-natured. He did all sorts of work about the
place, from making garden to shoveling snow.
Then there was Downy, a pet duck; Snoop, a pet black cat, and, of late,
Snap, the fine trick dog, who had come into the possession of the
Bobbseys in a peculiar manner.
In the first book of this series, entitled "The Bobbsey Twins," I told of
the good times the four children had in their home. How they played