“If you say I put it there, I’ll hammer you!”
“You heard what I said. I am not prepared to say more—just now. You may hear from me later.”
Thus talking, the two crowds made their way to the top of the hill. Here they found an excited group of boys waiting for them.
“Did the Whistler win?” cried several.
“Certainly we won!” replied Sully.
“It was no race,” explained Jack. “They struck a snag, and we ran into them while they were on our side of the course.”
“Somebody said that Dixon boy tied a rope under your toboggan,” remarked the gentleman who held the two pocket-knives, to Harry. “Did you find anything wrong?”
“We did!” cried the boy. “Here is the rope. Who saw Dixon do it?”
The question was passed around, and it finally leaked out that three boys in the crowd had seen the sneaking action performed. Dixon had taken the rope from Longman’s sled, and this Longman was finally forced to admit.
“No race,” said the stakeholder, promptly. “I will give both boys their pocket-knives. Dixon, you ought to be ruled off the slide,” he added to the bully’s toady.