With these and similar pleasant reflections he threaded his way among the crowd of skaters until at length he perceived Hickey skimming over the ice, stealing the puck from a bunch of scrambling players, until his progress checked, and the puck vanishing into a distant mêlée, he came to a stop for breath. Turkey, profiting by the occasion, descended on his victim.
"Whoa there, Hickey!"
"Whoa it is!"
"How's your dance-card?"
"A dazzling galaxy of beauty, a symposium of grace, a feast of——"
"Got anything left? I have a wonder for you if you have."
"Sure; twelfth regular and sixth extra—but the duchess will be awfully cut up."
"Twelfth and sixth," said Turkey, with a nod; "that's a go."
"Who's the heart-smasher?" asked Hickey, with an eye on the approaching puck.