"More trouble," was his thought, and he sought to extricate himself from this new difficulty, but still keeping tight hold of the lines, knowing only too well that if they slipped down again, the attempted rescue would be a failure.
"Please, please stop the bad, bad horses!" pleaded the girl, who occupied the seat behind him.
"I will—if I can," panted Bob. "But sit down, or you may be thrown out. There's a bend ahead."
The bend was not far off, and Bob 1 still trying to free his leg from the wreck of the dashboard when the team made the turn so closely that the carriage went up high on the wheels of one side. For a few seconds it looked as if the turnout would be thrown over, but it gradually righted itself, and on they went again, more madly than ever.
Around the bend, the trees and bushes were thick, and but little could be seen. Yet presently a sight caught Bob's eyes which fairly made his heart stop beating.
They were approaching the river bank fairly and squarely, and in less than half a minute more the end of the road would be gained.
"The river!" wailed the little girl. "We will drown!"
"Not if I can help it!" answered Bob, and pulled on the reins harder than ever.
