“It’s a lady!” cried Sid.
A scream bore out his assertion.
“Miss Philock, or I’m a sinner!” ejaculated Tom.
The moon came out from behind a rift of clouds, throwing the figures into bold relief.
“Look out where you’re going!” warned a man’s voice.
“Pitchfork!” gasped Sid in a hoarse whisper. “Our Latin professor!”
“And look who he’s with!” added Frank.
Down bore the ice boat on the two, like a juggernaut of fate.
“Oh! Oh mercy!” screamed Miss Philock, as she saw the danger.
“Don’t you dare to run us down!” cautioned Mr. Tines imperiously.