“Roy always does have all the luck,” grieved Chub. “I’m mad; I resign from the cabinet!”
And with Chub’s resignation the meeting broke up.
On Wednesday Dick had made up his lost studies and the embargo on the Boreas was removed. And on the same day Harry sought him with tidings of a challenge from Joe Thurston.
“He told Grace—that’s his sister, you know—to tell me to tell you that he wanted to race you with his ice-boat. Its name is the Snowbird. Isn’t that a pretty name, Dick? And he wants to race to-morrow after school, and says he will meet you at the landing here at half-past three.”
“But I can’t get the Boreas up here by that time,” said Dick, “unless—” he paused and thought a moment. Then, “All right,” he said. “You tell his sister that I’ll be there, Harry.”
“But how can you get the boat?” she asked anxiously.
“I’ll go down in the morning before breakfast,” he answered. “Mr. Cobb will give me permission all right. Did he say how far he wanted to race?”
“No,” said Harry. “And, Dick, I suppose I couldn’t go with you, could I? I’d like to awfully.” But Dick shook his head.