"I'd take a run to Cedarville if it wasn't so far," he told his brothers.
"I'd go along," answered Tom, and Sam said the same.
"Perhaps we can run up there during the spring vacation," went on
Dick.
There was little more snow that winter, but the weather remained bitterly cold until well into February. The boys had considerable fun snowballing, and skating on the river. Racing on skates was a favorite amusement, and Sam and Tom won in a number of contests.
One day Tom was skating by himself. He was doing some fancy figures, and he did not notice the approach of Jerry Koswell, who was skating with a young lady from Ashton. Tom came around in a circle, and Jerry, who was looking at the young lady instead of where he was going, bumped into Tom. Both of the students went down, Tom on top.
"Hi! What do you mean by this?" burst out Koswell in a rage.
"What do you mean?" retorted Tom, getting up.
"You knocked me down on purpose!" howled Jerry.
"It was as much your fault as mine."
"It wasn't my fault at all. I've a good mind to punch your face!" And having gotten to his feet, Koswell doubled up his fists threateningly.