It was perhaps but natural that Ned should wish to win against his enemy, and Frank was Ned’s enemy rather than that of either Bob or Jerry.
“Pile on! Get your places!” yelled Bart. “Here’s where we win the hot chocolates!”
“Get ready, boys!” called Jerry, who went to the rear of the bobsled, there to handle the brake lever. For the big bobsleds had brakes—a sort of spike that dug down in the snow and retarded the progress of the sled. Frank’s bobsled was similarly equipped, and Bill Hamilton was to be the brakesman.
A number of girls from Fordham, whom Jerry, Ned and Bob had met at dances, took their places on the sled of our heroes. There were about the same number of boys as girls on Frank’s coaster also.
Several lads volunteered to push off, and for a time there was more interest in the race than in the other coasting.
“All ready?” asked Bart of Jerry, from the rear where he sat.
“All ready,” Jerry answered.
“Push!” cried Bart.
“Push!” echoed Jerry.