He echoed her cry, and was as panic-stricken as the girl herself. At first, the thing looked like somebody lying across the slide. Had one of their friends fallen off either of the other toboggans, and been too hurt to rise? Then, the next instant, both Isadore and Ruth knew that the thing was too small for that.
It was really a jacket that Bob Steele had tied about his neck by the arms. On the way down the sleeves had become untied and the jacket had spread itself out upon the slide to its full breadth
It didn't seem as though such a thing could do the coming toboggan any harm; but Ruth and Isadore Phelps knew well that if it went upon the outspread coat there would be a spill. It would act like a brake to the sled, and that frail vehicle on which the three young folk rode would stop so abruptly that they would be flung off upon the icy course.
Ruth at least understood this peril only too well; but she made no further outcry. Jennie Stone's eyes were still tight shut.
One moment the outspread jacket lay far before them, across the path. The next instant—or so it seemed—they were right upon it.
"Hang on!" yelled Isadore, and shot his boot-heel into the icy surface of the slide.
The toboggan swerved. Jennie uttered a cry. The sled went up the left hand dyke like a bolting
