Just then Nan ran across the track. At the same moment a floundering
figure, like a great polar bear in his winter coat, emerged from the
opposite drift. The fat man, without his hat and with his face very red
and wet, loomed up gigantically in the snow-pile.

"Oh! Nan Sherwood!" cried Laura. "Have you found him?"

The fat man glared at Nan malevolently. "So your name is Sherwood, it
is?" he snarled. "You're the girl that was steering that abominable
sled--and you steered it right into me."

"Oh, no, sir! Not intentionally!" cried the worried Nan.

"Yes, you did!" flatly contradicted the choleric fat man. "I saw you."

"Oh, Nan Sherwood!" gasped Amelia, "isn't he mean to say that?"

"Your name's Sherwood, is it?" growled the man. "I should think I'd had
trouble enough with people of _that_ name. Is your father Robert
Sherwood, of Tillbury, Illinois?"

"Yes, sir," replied the wondering Nan.

"Ha! I might have known it," snarled the man, trying to beat the
snow from his clothes. "I heard he had a girl up here at this
school. The rascal!"

Professor Krenner had just reached the spot from the top of the hill.
From below had hurried the crews of bobsleds number two and three. Linda