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.
"Now we have got to walk around," said Bob. "But that will be easy, if
we keep to the places where the wind has swept the snow away."
At last they stood on the road, and this reached both struck out for
Dalton, less than a mile away.
"I'm afraid I'll catch it, if Rusher has smashed up the cutter," said
Bob as they hurried along.
"We did wrong to race," answered Bert.
"Humph! it's no use to cry over spilt milk, Bert."
"I know that, Bob. Was the cutter a new one?"
"No, but I know father won't want it smashed up."
Much downhearted the boys kept on walking. Bert had not wanted to race,
yet he felt he was guilty for having taken part. Perhaps his father
would have to pay for part of the damage done.
"Maybe old Rusher ran right into town and smashed things right and
left," he said to his friend.
"It would be just like him," sighed Bob. "It will make an awful bill to
pay, won't it?"
A little further on they came to where a barn and a wagon shed lined the
road.
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