“He turned him!” she cried. “I saw him do it! That Joe Anderson would do anything to win! Don’t let him, Harry. Please, don’t let him!”
Harry Worden looked at the sleds, now near enough to be plainly distinguished. Joe Anderson was in the lead, grinning triumphantly, and Fred was just swinging his sled back on the course.
“Told you I could do it!” said Joe, as his sled swept past Polly and Margy and Harry. “Can’t beat this sled!”
“You cheated!” Polly accused him, almost beside herself with anger. “I saw you! You put out your hand and shoved Fred over to the left. That isn’t fair, and don’t you dare——”
Fred tumbled off his sled and came up to them. He looked angry, but when he saw Polly he tried to grin.
“I won!” said Joe Anderson, boastfully. “You did pretty well, Fred. But of course your steering gear is out of date.”
“You cheated!” said Polly again.
Harry Worden looked troubled.
“Of course, I wasn’t looking,” he said slowly, “and I didn’t see what happened. But Polly seems to think——”
Fred turned to Polly and blazed at her, to her utmost astonishment, for he had never spoken to her like that in his life.