“Come on, and I’ll introduce you,” and Ruth presented her brother. Among the other girls was a Miss Helen Newton, whom Tom and his chums had not before met. She was also made acquainted with the inseparables.
“And so you won’t ride with us?” asked Tom, looking rather regretfully at Miss Tyler.
“Not this time, old man,” broke in Burton, with a familiar air that Tom did not like. “I’m going to pilot ’em.”
“Do you know the hill?” asked Phil quietly. Somehow he did not like this new student, with his calm air of assurance, and he did not like Ruth to ride with him.
“Oh, I’ve coasted bigger hills than this,” declared the owner of the big bob. “This isn’t anything, even if it is a new one. Get on girls and fellows!” he cried. “We’ll beat everything on the hill.”
“Insolent puppy!” murmured Tom, as he helped swing their own bob around for another coast.
The sled owned by Burton was a fine one, and larger even than that of our friends. There were back-rests for each coaster, and a gong as big as a dinner plate.
“See you later, Phil,” called Ruth, as she and her girl friends, together with a throng of others, got aboard.
The big bob was pushed off, Tom and his chums watching with critical eyes. Burton seemed to know his business.