CHAPTER 3NEAR DISASTER
Lew crouched silently in the corner of the seat, looking steadily past the right front fender of the little truck. The snow that the plow had swept out of the road had fallen over the bank, and what was left had been packed hard and smooth by hunters’ cars.
The road wound around a long curve down a hill, and the truck skidded. John heard Lew gasp as he let the truck ease itself out of the skid back into the road. Then they were on the level in the bottom of the valley. Lew sat up and heaved a long sigh.
“I’m sure glad that’s over!”
John grinned. “Anybody would think you’d never travelled these roads before.”
Lew wagged his head.
“It ain’t that. It ain’t that a’tall. But some things is best not tinkered with. They’s good medicine an’ bad. Now don’t go gettin’ me
