“Have no fear,” he said. “They will make it all safely. It is fun for them.”
The two jokers were now on the brow of the descent. They were chaffing each other in a friendly manner.
“Am yo’ ready, I’ish?” cried Pomp.
“Begorra, I am!”
“Then jes’ follow me!”
With their pikes thrust deep into the ice behind, and acting both as rudder and support, they began the slide.
The surface seemed as smooth as polished glass. Down they shot at lightning speed.
It required but a few brief seconds to cover the distance.
But before it was covered a thrilling incident occurred. Suddenly, and when half way down, there was a crackling sound, and Barney threw up his arms and disappeared.
Pomp went on down to the end of the slide.