The Bobbsey Twins at Snow Lodge Page 2

  CHAPTER II

  OLD MR. CARFORD

  "Stop the horses!"

  "Yes, grab them, somebody, or they'll run into the girls!"

  "Look out, everybody, they're coming right this way!"

  "I'm going to get my bob to a safe place!"

  It was Danny Rugg who called out this last, and the other boys hadshouted the previous expressions, as they watched the oncoming, runawayhorses.

  Bert Bobbsey had thrown himself on his sled and was coasting toward thegroup of girls, of whom his sister Nan was one. They were on their sledsin the very path of the team. It seemed that nothing could save them.But Bert had a plan in his mind.

  And, while he was preparing to carry it out, I will take just a momentto tell my new readers something about the characters of this story, andthe books that have gone before in the series.

  Bert and Nan, Freddie and Flossie Bobbsey were the twin children of Mr.and Mrs. Richard Bobbsey, who lived in an Eastern city called Lakeport,at the head of Lake Metoka. Mr. Bobbsey was a prosperous lumbermerchant. Other members of the household were Dinah and Sam Johnson.Dinah was the cook, fat and good-natured. Sam was her husband, slim andalso good-natured. He did all sorts of work about the place, from makinggarden to shoveling snow.

  Then there was Downy, a pet duck; Snoop, a pet black cat, and, of late,Snap, the fine trick dog, who had come into the possession of theBobbseys in a peculiar manner.

  In the first book of this series, entitled "The Bobbsey Twins," I toldof the good times the four children had in their home. How they playedin the snow, went coasting, helped to discover what they thought was a"ghost," and did many other things. Bert even went for a sail in an iceboat he and Charley Mason had made, though it was almost more than theboys could manage at times.

  The second volume, called "The Bobbsey Twins in the Country," told ofthe good times the four had when they went to the farm of Uncle DanielBobbsey and his wife, Aunt Sarah, who lived at Meadow Brook.

  Such fun as there was!

  There was a country picnic, sport in the woods, and a great Fourth ofJuly celebration. A circus gave a chance to have other good times, andthough once there was a midnight scare, it all turned out happily.

  But though the twins had much happiness in the country they weredestined to have still more fun when they went to the ocean shore, andin the third book, called "The Bobbsey Twins at the Seashore," I relatedall that happened to them there.

  They went on a visit to their uncle, William Minturn, who lived at OceanCliff, and their cousin Dorothy showed them many strange scenes andsights. They had most delightful times, and toward the close of theirvisit there was a great storm at sea, and a shipwreck. The life saverswere on hand, however, and did such good work that no one was drowned.And if you want to learn how a certain little girl was made very happy,when she found that her father was among those saved, you must read thebook.

  Then, after the storm ceased, there were more happy days at the shore.The time for the Bobbseys to leave came all too soon. School was aboutto open, and even the smaller twins must now settle down to regularlessons.

  In the fourth book of the series, called "The Bobbsey Twins at School,"there is told of the start for home.

  But many things happened before the family arrived. There was the wreckof the circus train, the escape of the animals, the meeting with thevery fat lady, and the loss of Snoop, the pet cat. Then, too, a valuablecup the smaller Bobbsey twins had been drinking from, seemed to be lost,and they were very sorry about it.

  On the way home something else occurred. They were followed in the darkby some strange animal. At first they feared it was some wild beast fromthe circus but it proved to be only a friendly dog.

  How Flossie and Freddie insisted on keeping the dog, now that their petcat Snoop was gone, how they named him Snap, and how it was discoveredthat he could do tricks, are all part of the story.

  There were many more happenings after the twins started in at school.Mr. Bobbsey's boathouse caught fire in a mysterious manner. Snap wasfound to be a circus dog, and it was pretty certain that the fat lady inthe train had also belonged to the show, and that it was she who had thevaluable silver cup.

  In time all was straightened out, and how Snoop came back from thecircus in far-off Cuba, how Snap was allowed to stay with the Bobbseys,and how even the cup was finally recovered--all this you will find setdown in the fourth book of this series.

  And now winter had come in earnest, though even before this story opensthe Bobbsey twins had had a taste of snow and ice. The accident on thecoasting hill now occupied the attention of all.

  "Oh, Nan! Nan will be killed!" cried Flossie, as she stood with Freddiegazing down the slope.

  "No, she won't!" exclaimed Freddie, "Bert is going to save her--you'llsee!"

  "Oh, if he only can!" murmured Nellie Parks, one of Nan's friends.

  "I think he will! See, he is coming nearer to them," added Grace Lavine,another friend.

  Danny Rugg, mean as he was, was not quite so mean as to discourage thishope. Some of the girls on the sleds that were coming nearer to therushing horses seemed about to roll off, rather than take chances ofsteering out of the way of the steeds.

  "What can Bert be going to do?" asked Grace. "How can he save them?"

  "I don't know," answered Nellie. "Let's watch him. Maybe he's going tostop the horses."

  "He'd never dare!" murmured Grace.

  "Oh, Bert is brave," was the answer.

  But Bert had no intention of leaping for the horses' heads just now. Hisfirst idea was to get his sister and the other girls to a place ofsafety. As he came near to them, his sled going much faster than theirs,he called out:

  "Steer to the right! Go to the right! I'll see if I can't make thehorses go over to one side."

  "All right!" cried Nan, who understood what her brother meant. "Keep tothe right, girls," she called to her frightened chums, "and don't any ofyou fall off!"

  Those who had been about to roll from their sleds now held on withfirmer clasps. They were close to the runaway team now. Bert was near tothem also, and, while wondering to whom they belonged, and whether theyhad injured their driver or anyone else in their mad rush, he caught upa handful of snow as his sled glided onward.

  It was hard work to throw the snow ball at the horses, going down hillas he was, but Bert managed to do it. He had the good luck to hit one ofthe animals with the wad of snow, and this sent the horse over to oneside, its mate following. This was just what Bert wanted, as it gave Nanand the others more room to coast past them.

  And this is just what the girls did. Their sleds whizzed past therunaways, one sled, on which Hattie Jenson rode, almost grazing a hoof.

  "Now you're safe!" cried Bert. "Keep on to the foot of the hill! You'reall right!"

  He gathered up another handful of snow, and threw it at the steeds,making them swerve more than ever towards the side of the hill. Then oneof the animals slipped and stumbled. This caused them both to slow up,and Bert, seeing this, left his sled, rolling off, and letting it godown without him.

  Hardly thinking of what he was doing, he ran for the heads of thehorses. Perhaps it was not just wise, for Bert was not very tall, but hewas brave. However, he was not to stop the runaways all alone, for justthen some of the larger boys, who had been rushing down the hill, cameup, and before the horses could start off again several lads had graspedthem by the bridles and were quieting them.

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

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

  "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 withstuff."

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

  The boys then noticed a man half running up the slope. He was waving hisarms 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 closeenough to make himself heard.

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

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

  "That's good. Are my things all right?"

  "Everything seems to be here," said Charley Mason, who was standingbeside Bert. "I know who he is now," went on Charley in a low tone tohis chum. "He's Mr. James Carford, of Newton."

  "He's lame," observed Bert, for the man limped slightly.

  "Yes, he was in the war," went on Charley. "He's real rich, too, butpeculiar, they say."

  By this time aged Mr. Carford was looking over the team and the sled andits contents. He seemed weary and out of breath.

  "Yes, everything is all right," he said slowly. "I hope no one was hurtby my runaways, I never knew 'em to do that before. I left 'em outsidethe store a minute while I went in to get something, and they must havetaken fright. I hope no one was hurt."

  "No, everyone got out of the way in time," said Bert.

  "That's good. Who stopped the horses?" the old man asked.

  "Bert Bobbsey," answered Frank Miller. "He warned his sister and theother girls to steer to one side, and then he threw snow at the horsesand made them fall down. Then they slowed up so we could grab 'em."

  "Ha! Bert Bobbsey did that, eh?" exclaimed aged Mr. Carford. "So this isthe second time a Bobbsey has mixed up in my family affairs. The secondtime," and Mr. Carford looked at Bert in a peculiar manner.

  "Did you fall out of the sled, Mr. Carford?" asked another boy, comingup just then.

  "No, they started off when I was in the store. Funny, too, that theyshould. Well, I'm glad there's no one hurt and no damage done. Icouldn't walk home to Newton. I'm much obliged to you boys. And to youtoo, Bert Bobbsey.

  "Are you Richard Bobbsey's son?" he suddenly asked, peering at Bert frombeneath his shaggy eyebrows.

  "Yes, sir."

  "Ha! I thought so. You look like him. You do things like him, too,without stopping to be asked. Yes, this is the second time a Bobbsey hasmeddled with my family affairs. Trying to do me a good turn, I suppose.Well, well!" and he seemed lost in thought.

  "What is it? What is the matter?" asked Nan, in a low voice of herbrother, as she came to stand beside him. "Is he finding fault becauseyou helped stop his runaway horses?"

  "No, Nan. I don't exactly understand what he does mean," answered Bert."There seems to be some mystery about it."