"Why didn't you enter more of the freshman events?" Laura asked.
"Well, it will take a lot of good wind to keep going at a swift pace for a mile. I want to save all my strength and wind for that one event."
"What is the prize in the freshman's mile?" asked Laura, fumbling in her muff for the card of the day's events.
"You noticed that handsome Canadian toboggan, didn't you?"
"The one with the side hand-rails?" Laura asked, looking up brightly into his face. "Yes; that ought to have been one of the prizes in the girls' events."
"Why?" queried Dick, looking a bit disconcerted.
"Why, those hand-rails are meant for timid girls to take hold of. A boy would never want a toboggan with hand-rails."
"Perhaps the fellow who's going to win the freshman's mile expects to invite some of the young ladies to go out tobogganing with him," hinted young Prescott.
"Is it fixed who shall win that race?" demanded Laura, teasingly.
"Hardly that," Dick rejoined, dryly.