"You don't mean to say they race down this hill?"
"Sure. On big bob sleds. I'm captain of our bob, and you can go 'long this year. We'll have the race in about a week."
Just then Adrian saw some boy acquaintances.
"Hey, Ed," he called to one of them, "come here. And you, too, Jim."
Two boys joined Adrian, big, sturdy, red-cheeked lads, panting with their exercise in the crisp air. Roger was introduced to the newcomers, Edward Johnson and James Smather.
"I was just telling my cousin about our yearly championship race," explained Adrian, "when I happened to see you two. I suppose we'll have the contest, as usual?"
"Of course," said Ed, and Jim agreed with him.
"Looks as if we could have it by Saturday," said Jim, carefully noting the condition of the hill.
"I guess it'll be packed hard enough by then," assented Ed. "I s'pose you fellers are ready for another lickin'," he added, grinning a bit at Adrian.
"If you can beat this time you're welcome to," was the reply, and Adrian seemed a little nettled.