Don Keith received a tremendous ovation from home town supporters as he skated on the ice. Frederick joined the secondary forward wall and practiced pass work. The Melville team flashed by, a rugged looking outfit.
“Where’s this Frederick, the Great, person?” a voice suddenly shrilled.
Frederick looked about, surprised, and found himself confronted by Melville’s grinning star, Scotty Lathrom.
“So you’re the champion fancy skater, eh?” Scotty accosted, in a loud voice which attracted the attention of the crowd. “Well, I’ve been waiting to meet you, brother, because I’ve worked out a few gyrations I’d like to see you duplicate!”
Frederick stared at his unexpected challenger, coldly. What was this Scotty Lathrom trying to do—get his goat—or make him look foolish before the fans?
“If you thought you were so good,” he replied, quietly, “why didn’t you enter the fancy skating competition?”
“I’m going to next year,” announced Scotty. “And I’m going to pull some stuff they never saw before. Look at this one!”
Melville’s crack hockey player spun about on the sides of his skates and went into a roll.
“That’s easy,” said Frederick, and followed suit, reproducing the roll with an even more polished finish.
“But that’s not all of it!” Scotty called, and rolled to the side, doing a surprise handspring, picking up the roll again, then going into another handspring, alternating from side to side and with a cadence that was pretty to watch. “There you are!” he cried, as the crowd applauded.