sideways, and "kicked" them over the drop. The toboggan struck the
icy course and began to descend it like an arrow shot from a bow.
Jennie Stone shrieked a single, gasping:

"Oh!"

The toboggan whizzed down the path, with the low, icy dykes on
either hand, and so rapidly that their eyes watered and they could
not see. It seemed only a breath when the third toboggan shot onto
the level at the bottom, and they passed the crew of the first sled
already coming back. It was exhilarating sport--it was delightful.
Yet every time they started Ruth felt as though the breath left her
lungs and that she couldn't catch it again until they slowed down at
the bottom of the hill.

She would have felt safer with one of the other boys, too. Isadore
Phelps was none too careful, and once the toboggan ran up one of the
side dykes and almost spilled them on the course.

"Do look out what you are about, Isadore," Ruth begged, when they
reached the bottom of the slide that time. "If we should have a spill----"

"Great would be the fall thereof!" grinned Isadore, looking at
Heavy, puffing up the hill beside them.

"You take care now, and don't spatter me all over the slide," said
the cheerful stout girl, whose doll-like face was almost always
wreathed in smiles.

But Isadore was really becoming reckless. To tell the truth, Bob and