"
"But you youngsters will want something?" asked the driver, turning
to the plucky freshmen.
Dick and Dave stated their requests, Prescott adding:
"But please be sure to make our parents understand that we're
safe. We don't want them seared to death."
Fred Ripley took a long swallow of the steaming stuff in his
bowl. As he did so he took a furtive glance in the direction
of the freshmen.
Was he going to attempt to thank them for having risked their
own lives to help him back to safety?
CHAPTER XX
OUT FOR THAT TOBOGGAN!
Ben Badger came to the shore edge of the ice, megaphone in hand
announcing in stentorian tones:
"Our friends are safe---even jolly. The sports will now go on!"
First on the card was a free-for-all dash of a half mile, standing
start. The trophy was a regulation target revolver.
Badger, of the first class, and Purcell, of the sophomore, held
the lead and all but tied each other at the outset. Third in
order came Stearns, the agile little right end of the eleven.
When half the distance had been traveled it was noticed that
Stearns was creeping up on the leaders.
"Look out, Ben, or the little fellow will get you!" roared friends.
Stearns continued to gain, slowly. Purcell dropped back to third
place. None of the other eight in the race seemed likely to do
anything effective.
"A little more steam, Ben!"
"Stearns, you can get it!"
In the last eighth of the distance Stearns made good.
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