"That was a good idea of yours, Bert Bobbsey," said Frank Miller. "A
fine idea, lo throw snowballs at them. It made them go to one side all
right, and slowed them up."

"I wanted to save the girls," said Bert, who was panting from his
little run.

"Whose team is it?" asked another boy.

"I don't know," answered Bert. "I can't say that I ever saw them
before. There's no one in the sled, anyhow, though it is pretty well
loaded with stuff."

He and the other boys looked into the vehicle. It contained a number
of boxes and bags. Then the boys looked down the hill and saw that the
girls who had been in danger were now safe. Nan and the others were
walking up, dragging their sleds.

The boys then noticed a man half running up the slope. He was waving
his arms in an excited fashion.

"I guess that's the man who owns the horses," said Charley Mason.

There was no doubt of it a few minutes later, when the man came close
enough to make himself heard.

"Are they all right, boys?" he asked. "Are my horses hurt?"

"They don't seem to be," answered Frank.