"Bones broken? Why, Bob, it was like coming down on a big feather bed. I only hope Rusher doesn't do any damage."
"So do I."
When the boys finally floundered out of the hollow into which they had fallen, they found themselves in snow up to their waists. On all sides of them were the walls of the sand pit, ten to fifteen feet high.
"I don't see how we are going to get out of this," said Bert dolefully. "We can't climb out."
"We'll have to do it," answered Bob. "Come, follow me."
He led the way through the deep snow to where the walls did not seem to be so high. At one spot the rain had washed down part of the soil.
"Let us try to climb up that slope," said the larger boy and led the way, and Bert followed.
It was hard work and it made Bert pant for breath, for the snow was still up to his waist. But both kept on, and in the end they stood on the edge of the sand pit, opposite to the side which ran along the road.
