“You hit him in the head with your stick!” growled Socker, starting toward Harry.
“Nonsense! I play a clean game! Leave it to me—I’ll bring him round in a jiffy!”
And while the others stood inactive, Harry scraped up some ice with his skate and rubbed the shavings on Craven’s face.
“Who’s doing that?” demanded the boy, sitting up.
But his only answer was a general laugh.
“Everybody ready, puck’s going to be put in play!” shouted the umpire, and without delay, the boys took their positions.
“You want to watch out, the whole team will be down on you this time!” warned Jerry to Harry, but the lad only laughed.
“I reckon I can give them as good as they send,” he replied. “It just took me a few minutes to get onto their game. I——”
But his words were interrupted by the play.
While Snooks caught the rubber and started back with it, all the other members of the team bore down on Harry.