sometimes sitting down, and sometimes on her feet, but flying along, all
the same, no matter how she chose to go.

And so, rattling, shouting, banging, bouncing; snow flying and whips
cracking, on they sped, until John William Webster's pole came out, and
clip! he went heels over head into the snow.

But John William had a soul above tumbles. In an instant he jerked
himself up to his feet, dropped the pole, and dashed after the sled.

Swiftly onward went the sled and right behind came John William, his
legs working like steamboat wheels, his white teeth shining, and his big
eyes sparkling!

There was no stopping the sled; but there was no stopping John William,
either, and in less than two minutes he reached the sled, grabbed a man
by the leg, and tugged and pulled until he seated himself on the end
board.

"I tole yer so!" said he, when he got his breath. And yet he hadn't told
anybody anything.

And now the woods were reached, and after a deal of pulling and
shouting, the team was brought to a halt, and then slowly led through a
short road to where the wood was piled.

The big mule and the horses steamed and puffed a little, but Polly stood
as calm as a rocking-horse.

Notwithstanding the rapidity of the drive, it was late when the party