And there the talk had come to an end, but the boys had not forgotten about the pot of gold.
CHAPTER II
A GAME OF SNAP-THE-WHIP
The race was on in earnest and the skates flashed brightly in the rays of the declining sun.
Pepper was in advance. Dale was slowly but surely crawling up to him.
“Go it, Imp! go it!” shrieked Jack, when he saw that he could not win.
Pepper did “go it,” and despite Dale’s effort to get ahead kept to the front. In the meantime Andy Snow also kept coming up, until he and Dale were tied for second place.
“Whoop, Pepper has won!” cried Stuffer Singleton, who was bringing up the rear. “Where are you, Andy?”
“Here I am!” answered the acrobatic pupil, and just then struck a crack in the ice, went down, and turned a handspring, coming to his feet again like a flash.
“Would yez look at that now!” burst out Joseph Hogan, as he stopped racing to look at Andy. “Sure an’ it’s in a circus you ought to be,” he continued.
“Andy’s doing stunts!” cried Jack.