"Huh! You fellows think you're some smart on fancy skating, don't you?" he demanded rather scornfully.
"No," replied Dave Darrin shortly.
"You been showing off a lot, then."
"Hen," grimaced Dave, "I'm afraid you're going to miss your calling in life."
"Didn't know I had any," grunted Hen.
"Yes, you have; one of your own choosing, too."
"What is it?" asked Hen curiously.
"You're a walking anvil chorus."
"An anvil chorus?" repeated Hen Dutcher, the puzzled expression deepening in his face.
"Yes; wherever you go the fellows are sure to hear the sounds of 'hammering' and 'knocking.'"