"Why can't we sit on your back?" asked Jackie Tar.
"I can't bear to have anything on my back," answered Speed, for that was his name.
"I guess I can take care of the sled," said Jackie Tar, "if I can find some scraps of wood."
"There are some staves of an old barrel not far from here," said Speed, "and if you will come with me, you can see for yourselves if they will do."
So they went with him, and Jackie Tar found them very good indeed, and in a short while had tied them together.
So they hopped on, sitting one behind the other, Sweetclover in the middle, and waving good-bye to Wak Wak, they soon were gliding over the ice at a great clip.
CHAPTER XXI
Over the ice they went like lightning, drawn by the pack-dog, Speed.