And as Bob and the others behind him looked, they saw Ned skillfully hold to the icy course. It gave them more speed, which seemed to be constantly on the increase. They were now so close to Frank’s bob that he dared not cut across again, had he so desired.
“Here we go!” cried Ned, as, having passed over a place where loose snow retarded them a bit, they shot out on to a spot that was solid ice. “Here’s where we win!”
And win they did. For a moment later the bottom of the slope was reached with Ned’s bobsled well in advance, and as there was only a straight course left on which to bring up, there was no chance for Frank to acquire further speed.
“We win! We win!” cried the boys on Ned’s vehicle, as they got off when the sled came to a stop. “We win!”
“Oh you hot chocolates!” shrilled the girls at their less lucky companions.
“Does whipped cream go with it, Bart?” asked one of the winning girls.
“Well, seeing that you whipped us, so to speak, I guess it does,” admitted Frank’s chum. The latter said nothing, but there was a glum look on his face as he got up from the steering wheel. He was a poor loser.
“As headstrong as ever,” thought Jerry. “I wish something would happen to change him. If he keeps on holding a grudge against us this way we won’t stand any chance on the baseball nine, for, as captain, Frank has nearly all the say there.”
With shouts and laughter the victors chaffed the vanquished, and then they made their way to the Band Box, the most popular confectionery and ice cream store in Fordham, and there hot chocolates and cake were provided by the losers for their more fortunate rivals.
It was a good-natured, jolly crowd, all save Frank, and he was pleasant enough with every one but the three Cresville chums.