As Frank descended from the carriage and assisted Inza to alight, a sleigh, the only one there, came up with the horse at a dead run. Out of the sleigh proceeded a roar, and tumbling out after the roar fell Bink Stubbs and Danny Griswold.
“Whoop!” squealed Danny, making a dive for Merriwell.
“Wow!” squeaked Bink, diving after his chum.
Ready puffed out his cheeks and leaped toward them with the “glad hand.” Dozens of others appeared to forget all about ice-hockey and gravitated toward the two little fellows, who were now hopping up and down, chattering out their delight and shaking hands with every one who came forward.
“We were afraid we wouldn’t be in time,” Danny explained. “Bink came up with me on the train this afternoon——”
“Don’t believe him, gentlemen!” Bink begged. “He came up with me. Why, you don’t suppose I’d be caught dead chasing that thing around, do you? If he hadn’t come up with me——”
“You mean if you hadn’t come up with me!”
“If you hadn’t come up with each other?” Merriwell put in.
“Why, we wouldn’t be here, of course. Say, Ready, heard the last joke on Danny?”
Bink turned to his old friend.