As might be expected, the German bobsled team had everything worked out to a businesslike routine. At the starting bell, the driver had settled into place. The three other bobbers worked their sled back and forth along the ice to settle its runners into a groove. "Ein, swei, drei," they counted. Then the tail-end brakemen gave a great heave and grunted, "Auf geht's!" Pushing like mad, the bobbers galloped down the slick chute of the St. Moritz Bob-Bahn shouting, "Hoch, hoch, hoch!" Just before their sled hit the first curve they tumbled into their seats—off...
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