Neale looked serious, but he said: "Just show me how to reach it, Clarry."
"Why," said Clarence, "the ice is solid underneath the wharf. You can see it is. Skate right under, if you want," and he laughed again, believing Neale in fun.
"Show me," said the white-haired boy.
"Not much I won't! Why, the wharf boards are afire already, and the sparks will soon be raining down there."
"Show me," demanded Neale. "If there is a trap there——"
"Oh, Neale!" Agnes cried again. "Don't!"
"Don't you be a little goose, Aggie," said the earnest boy. "Come on, Clarry."
"Oh, I don't want to," said the other boy, seeing that Neale was in earnest now. "We'll get burned."
Neale grabbed his hand and whirled him around, and they shot in toward the burning wharf, whether Clarence would or no!
"Hey, boys, keep away from there!" shouted a man from the next dock. "You'll get burned."