Bert found himself flying out of the cutter and over the edge of the road. He tried to save himself by clutching at the ice and snow, but it was useless, and in a twinkling he disappeared into the sand pit! Bob followed, while Rusher went on more gayly than ever, hauling the overturned cutter after him.
Down and down went poor Bert into the deep snow, until he thought he was never going to stop. Bob was beside him, and both floundered around wildly until almost the bottom of the pit was reached.
"Oh, Bob!"
"Oh, Bert! Are you hurt?"
"Don't know as I am. But what a tumble!"
"Rusher has run away!"
"I was afraid he'd do that."
For a minute the two boys knew not what to do. The deep snow lay all around them and how to get out of the pit was a serious question.
"It's a wonder we weren't smothered," said Bob. "Are you quite sure no bones have been broken?"
