“Shambler,” repeated Frank, “he——”
“He saw us going to the rescue I guess,” put in Tom quietly. “He saw that we could beat him skating and he—he ran for the doctor. It was—the wisest thing he could do.”
“That’s so,” agreed Phil. “I didn’t think of that. I must thank Shambler when I see him.”
Tom kept silent, but he thought deeply, and he knew that Phil’s thanks would be as dead-sea apples to Shambler.
“Come on, let’s hit it up,” proposed Frank. “I’m cold.” And they skated on rapidly.
They were soon at Randall, where the story of the rescue had preceded them, and they were in for no end of congratulations and hearty claps on the back.
“You fellows have all the luck,” complained Holly Cross. “I never rescued a pretty girl yet.”
“No, Holly’s too bashful,” added Dutch Housenlager! “He’d want to be introduced before he saved her life.”
“Or else he’d pass over his card, to introduce himself,” added Jerry Jackson. “Then he’d tell her what college he was from, and want to know whether she would have any serious objection to being pulled from the icy H2O by the aforesaid Holly.”