"Now we have got to walk around," said Bob. "But that will be easy, if we keep to the places where the wind has swept the snow away."
At last they stood on the road, and this reached both struck out for Dalton, less than a mile away.
"I'm afraid I'll catch it, if Rusher has smashed up the cutter," said Bob as they hurried along.
"We did wrong to race," answered Bert.
"Humph! it's no use to cry over spilt milk, Bert."
"I know that, Bob. Was the cutter a new one?"
"No, but I know father won't want it smashed up."
Much downhearted the boys kept on walking. Bert had not wanted to race, yet he felt he was guilty for having taken part. Perhaps his father would have to pay for part of the damage done.
"Maybe old Rusher ran right into town and smashed things right and left," he said to his friend.
