“I’m all right now, and I’ll do my flying act some other time,” returned Boxy.
“Here comes the Whistler!” cried Harry. “We ought to be able to beat Pete Sully’s toboggan.”
“Of course!” added Andy.
“Everybody push!” put in Boxy, in a dry way that made them all laugh. “Maybe you would like me to get off and help pull,” he added, in mock seriousness.
As they were going at a speed little less than a mile a minute down the long hill, the others laughed louder than ever.
The Whistler, with Pete Sully, the bully of the town, and several of his chums, was creeping up by their side. It was a brand-new toboggan, and slid along as though greased.
“You fellows ain’t in it any more!” shouted Sully to Harry, as he came within speaking distance. “Here’s where we leave you away behind!”
“You’ve got more weight!” returned Harry. “Give me the same weight, and the Buster will walk away from you with ease.”
“I’ll bet you a dollar you can’t!” shouted Sully.
“I haven’t got a dollar to bet, Pete,” replied Harry, and he told the truth, for, although he owned the Buster, Harry Webb was poor, and had not known what it was to own a dollar for several years, ever since his father had lost his money in an unfortunate real estate speculation.