“We lost no race!” added Jack, vigorously.
“Yes, you did.”
“I certainly don’t see it.”
“You ran into us, and that gives us the race,” said Bill Dixon.
“Not by a jugful,” exclaimed Harry. “We were on the left, where we belonged. Had you kept to the right——”
“You’d have been all right,” finished Boxy. “Come on up the hill and try it over again.”
“I won’t do it,” returned Sully, sourly. “It’s my race.”
“He won’t race because we’ve found out about that rope,” said Harry, growing angry. “I’m going to tell the crowd about it as soon as we get to the top of the hill.”
“Do you mean to say that I placed that rope under your toboggan?” blustered Sully, stepping up to him with clinched fists.
“One of your crowd did,” returned Harry. “It was put there for the sole purpose of keeping us back.”