Just outside the college grounds was a long hill, most excellent for coasting, and it was the custom at Boxwood Hall to have impromptu bobsled races for class and school championships. Ned, Bob and Jerry had bought a big bobsled from a former student, and they had done some coasting earlier in the season.
“But this is the best yet!” cried Ned. “The hill is in prime shape. We’ll get up a race.”
Laughing, shouting, calling to one another, the three chums, now restored to full rights of collegeship, hastened out with their companions to the coasting place.
It was a bright moonlight night, and many of the boys and girls from Fordham were on the hill.
“Get up a party and we’ll see if we can’t have a race,” suggested Jerry to his chums.
Getting up a party for the fine, big bobsled was easy. There were soon more than enough to fill it. As the three chums were getting the sled to the top of the hill ready for a start, Frank Watson came along dragging his bobsled, which was slightly larger than that Jerry was going to steer. Frank had his party made up, in it being Bart Haley and Bill Hamilton.
“Want a race, Jerry?” asked Bart, good-naturedly.
Without thinking, for the minute, of the feeling against Frank, Jerry answered:
“Yes!”
“Come on then!” cried Bart. “The losers buy the hot chocolates!”