Frank nodded his assent.
[CHAPTER XXII]
THE ICE BOAT
Fordham Hill was over a mile long, and it was so wide that several big bobsleds could go down abreast. Thus a race could be going on, and independent coasting could be indulged in at the same time.
“Let me steer, Jerry,” begged Ned, for the tall lad had taken his place at the wheel.
“Why do you want to steer?”
“I want to beat that sneak, that’s why! He thinks he’s all there is, with his bunch of girls from town. I’m going to beat him!”
“All right,” Jerry assented. “Only look out for yourself, that’s all. I’ve heard of Frank’s bob. It’s a fast one, and he knows how to handle it. Ours is a bit stiff.”
“Oh, I’ll beat him all right. You get the crowd aboard.”