“Say, that’s all to the ham sandwich!” cried Tom. “I’m with you.”
“If Zane will let us go,” added Sid.
The proctor, after a show of hesitation, yielded and soon the five students were walking along the edge of the frozen river.
The owner of the home-made ice yacht readily gave Dutch permission to use it, and soon the boys had slid it out on the frozen stream and prepared to hoist the sail.
“Do you know how to run it?” asked Tom of Dutch.
“Of course I do. Didn’t I help build it? All you have to do is to hoist the sail and steer. You can’t go wrong.”
“All right, you do it then,” directed Sid. “I’d be sure to have an upset.”
“Oh, it’s easy,” boasted Dutch. “Pile on.”
“Well, stop it. Wait for a fellow!” cried Phil, for the craft was even now moving slowly off before the breeze.
“Hop on!” ordered Dutch. “You can’t stop this like an auto, you know. Pile on while it’s moving.”