The boys looked at one another blankly.
“What yarn has Chet been springing now?” asked Frank.
“No yarn. He was telling us how narrowly you all escaped being killed out on the bay yesterday afternoon.”
“Oh, that!” laughed Frank. “It wasn’t so bad. We might have got bumped about a bit, but we were lucky.”
“That’s letting you tell it!” exclaimed Iola. “Chet says that if it hadn’t been for the way you handled that ice-boat, Frank, there would have been a terrible smash-up.”
“Oh, Chet usually exaggerates,” said Frank uncomfortably.
“You’re too modest,” put in Callie quickly. “He told us all about it. I think you deserve a lot of credit, Frank.”
“You bet he does!” cried Joe warmly, oblivious of his brother’s embarrassment. “He saved our lives.”
“And as for those other boys!” continued Callie. “If that Ike Nash or Tad Carson ever dare speak to me again I’ll go past them with my nose in the air. Won’t you, Iola?”
“I certainly will. And I’m going to tell the other girls about it, too. I think it was mean of them, and I’m glad their old boat got smashed.”