“But you like candy, don’t you?” asked Jack.
“Gee! Mo-lasses candy; wish I had some handy,” wavered Sim, his mouth beginning to water.
“Well, if you’ll go a little errand for me I’ll give you fifty cents to buy some with,” Jack promised, taking out a fifty-cent piece and extending it temptingly. “We’ll watch the sled while you’re gone.”
“I oughtn’t to go; that’s one thing I know,” said Sim; but there was a sort of undecided quaver in his voice.
“You’ve got him,” whispered Bill. Jack nodded.
“It isn’t very far,” the enemy of the Boy Scouts went on. “It’s just to get my gloves. I dropped them at the foot of the hill. You can be there and back in ten minutes.”
“I’ll go like the wind, be back quickly, you’ll find,” promised Sim, rising to his feet. The thought of molasses candy had proven too much for him.
“Very well, then; be off. We’ll wait for you here to take care of the sled.”
“With a dollar and a half, I’ll sing and I’ll laugh,” chuckled Sim to himself as he dashed off, going as fast as his long legs would carry him.
“Now, then,” exclaimed Jack as he vanished. Reaching into his pocket he drew out a file, and while Bill Bender raised the Boy Scouts’ sled he rapidly filed the runners till they were as rough as newly-molded metal.