Snow-shoeing tailpiece
THE SWIMMING MATCH AT THE ARM.
"Frank, Frank: Hold on there a second," cried Jack Stone breathlessly, as he ran after his friend.
Frank halted until Jack caught up to him.
"Well, Jack, what's your news? You seem to be excited about something," said he.
"So I am," panted Jack, "for I've big news to tell you. Uncle William has offered a sovereign to the fellow that makes the best time swimming across the North-west Arm. What do you think of that?"
"Why, I think it's just splendid of him, and I'm going to try, for one."
"And I, too, you may be sure. And George Murray and Hal Hemming say they're going in. I was telling them about it this morning. Of course we can't all win, but the more the merrier, you know, and I think you and I will stand as good a chance as any of them."
"Just about as good," assented Frank. "That is, if none of the big boys are allowed to try. Did your uncle make any rule about that?"
"Of course he did," replied Jack. "Nobody over fifteen can compete."