It was very cold, and the
cadets were glad enough to huddle in the straw, with the robes
over them, leaving the driver to pick his way as best he could.
An hour had gone by, and they were wondering if they were anywhere
near Cedarville, when a wild shout rang out, and the next instant
came a crash, as their sleigh collided with another coming from
the opposite direction. A runner of each turnout was smashed, and
the occupants of the other sleigh came tumbling in upon the lads
in great confusion.
"Great Caesar! what's this?" groaned Tom as he shifted a weight
from his shoulders, and then he stared in amazement as he found
himself confronted by Nellie Laning!
"Tom Rover!" burst from the girl's lips soon as she could recover
her breath. "Did you ever!"
"Well, hardly!" murmured Tom, as he helped her to, a sitting
position. "You're coming in on us fast. What's the trouble? Oh,
and there is Grace and your father! "
"The sleighs ran into each other," answered Nellie. "Can you stop
the horses, father?" she called out.
"Yes, but the sleigh is a goner," answered Mr. Laning, and then
some sharp words passed between himself and the livery-stable
driver.
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