"Clear the track!" yelled Ritter, angrily. "Clear the track!"
"The clown!" muttered Jack. "Does he want to run into us?"
Fred worked quickly, assisted by all the others and the Skimmer was thrown out of her course. On rushed both of the iceboats and the Rosebud slid by the other with less than six inches to spare.
"Ritter, that wasn't fair!" shouted Fred. "I won't race with a fellow who won't sail fair!"
"You go to grass! I don't care about the race anyway!" howled the bully.
"You are beaten and you know it," cried Pepper.
"In a regular race such actions would disqualify you," was Jack's comment.
"Oh, don't preach! I know what I am doing!" grumbled Ritter, and then he steered off in another direction and out of hearing.
"What a mean bully he is getting to be!" said Fred. "It seems to me he is much worse than he was when I first came to the Hall."
"He is slowly but surely losing his grip here and that is souring him," answered Jack. "Before he knows it he won't have a friend in the world. As it is, about the only fellow who is really friendly with him is Coulter. Paxton doesn't have much to do with him, and Mumps merely toadies to him the same as he toadies to Dan Baxter and some of the rest."