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      Both of the boys felt instinctively for their weapons and were glad to learn that they were safe.

      "I don't want to see any bears," observed Dave. "All I want is to go on and join my father."

      "And all I want to do is to find my brother," answered Granbury Lapham. "I sincerely trust they are safe."

      "We all hope for that," answered the senator's son.

      By the time they gained the mountain road it had stopped snowing, so that they could see a fair distance ahead and behind. Dave gave a long look in advance.

      "There is something," he said. "I think it must be our turnout."

      "It certainly is the sleigh," said Roger, a minute later. "But it is still turned over."

      "Yes, and the two front horses are gone," added the Englishman.

      As tired as they were, they pressed forward with all possible speed, and soon came up to the overturned sleigh, with its scattered outfit. Some of their goods had gone down the mountain side out of sight and the rest were covered with snow. The horses were nervous and on the point of dashing off, so that Dave had to go to their heads to quiet them.

      "Do you know what I think?" said the boy. "The front team broke loose somehow, and Hendrik has gone after them."

      "Well, I hope he catches 'em and brings 'em back," answered Roger.

      They unhooked the team attached to the sleigh and tied them to the nearest tree, some distance off. Then all hands got at the heavy turnout and righted it and cleaned it out. This done, they put in the robes and all they could find of their belongings. Thus an hour went by.

      "Hendrik doesn't seem to be coming back," said Dave. "Perhaps those horses went a long distance and it might be as well to follow them--if the single team can do it."

      "Let us try the horses that are left, anyway," returned Roger. "We can let Mr. Lapham drive while we walk ahead and make sure of the road."

      They hooked up with care and the Englishman took the reins. It was all the two animals could do to start the sleigh, for the road was slightly upward for quarter of a mile. But then it ran downhill and going became almost too easy.

      "They'll be running away, if we don't look out," said Granbury Lapham, after Dave and Roger had jumped in on the rear seat. "There doesn't seem to be any whoa in them."

      "Shall I drive?" asked Dave.

      "Do you know anything about horses? My knowledge is rather limited."

      "Yes, I used to live on a farm when I was younger. I'll take the reins."

      Dave started to step from the rear to the front seat of the sleigh. As he did this the turnout reached a point in the road where the downgrade was greater than ever. Away went the horses, taking the bits in their teeth. The shock threw Dave backward into Roger's lap.

      "Hi! hi!" yelled Granbury Lapham, in quick alarm. "They are running away! Stop them! Whoa! whoa!" And he tugged helplessly at the lines.

      The steeds paid no attention to the command to stop and the pulling on the reins did not appear to bother them in the least. On and on the downgrade of the mountain road they bounded, causing the sleigh to bounce from one side to the other. They were certainly running away, and to the occupants of the sleigh it looked as if each moment might bring a smash that would terminate fatally.

      CHAPTER XXIV

      THE BURGOMASTER OF MASOLGA

      Granbury Lapham had had practically no experience with horses and in the present trying emergency he was as helpless as an infant. He sawed this way and that on the reins, and yelled at the top of his lungs. This merely served to frighten the steeds still more, and away they sprang at a greater speed than ever.

      "We'll be killed!" gasped Roger. He stood up, pale with fright.

      "Don't jump out!" cried Dave. "Maybe I can stop them."

      As quickly as he could, he gained the front seat of the turnout and took the reins from the Englishman's hands. He saw at once that the horses had the bits in their teeth and that pulling on the lines would do little if any good.

      By this time they had gained a level stretch of road, but ahead was a decline greater than that just passed. If they reached that spot an accident would be inevitable.

      On one side of the road was the upward slope of the hill, on the other the treacherous downward slope that had already caused them so much trouble. Dave hesitated for a moment, then pulled on one side of the reins with might and main, allowing the other side to drop entirely.

      At first the horses did not heed, but presently one began to lose temper and courage and turned in toward the upward slope. Then the other had to come around, and in a twinkling the team was literally climbing the mountain side, dragging sleigh and occupants behind them!

      "Look out! We'll all go over!" cried the senator's son.

      "Hold tight; they're bound to stop soon, they can't keep this up!" yelled back Dave, and even as he spoke the horses, blowing heavily, slackened up, came to a walk, and then stopped short.

      "Really, don't you know----" began Granbury Lapham, and knew not what to say.

      "Now you can get out, if you wish," said Dave, and gathered up both reins once more. "I guess they have had their fill of running away."

      "You turned them up the hill nicely."

      "It was a hard pull," said Roger. "Dave, are you going to get out?" he added, as he hopped to the ground.

      "No, I am going to turn them around and drive them down to the road."

      "They'll run away with you!" ejaculated the Englishman, in alarm.

      "I won't give them a chance," was the quiet but firm reply.

      "If you are going to ride, I'll do the same," said Roger, and clambered back to his seat again. Granbury Lapham said he would walk for a while.

      "I want to see how they act," he remarked, frankly. "I am not going to risk my neck again until I know what I am doing."

      With a firm hand Dave started the horses and turned them partly around. They were inclined to be fretful, but he gave them no chance to gain the mastery. He spoke to them in a voice they could not help but notice, and was ready to turn them up the mountain side again at the first indication of another "break."

      "Dave, you certainly know how to manage horses," spoke up Roger, when the road was reached. "It must be born in you."

      "I suppose it is, Roger. My Uncle Dunston tells me that my father is a very good horseman and that he and my mother used often to go out horseback riding together."

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