“Shoot, Jim! let’s have it,” returned the younger Speedwell.
“You needn’t think you’re going to have it all your own way in this iceboat game—so now, Billy!”
“We don’t want it all our own way,” growled Billy. “But I reckon we’ll show you fellows some class, just the same.”
“Wait!” yelled Jim.
“What for?” demanded Billy.
“Wait till you see what Biff Hardy and I have got. We’ll have the Snow Wraith on the ice next week and then we’ll show you some sailing,” declared Jim, confidently.
“Bully!” cried Billy. “The more the merrier. I can see right now that if we have an iceboat regatta here at Riverdale, it will be some occasion.”
Indeed, the enthusiasm for the new sport increased hourly. The sight of the Speedwells’ boat sweeping in to the landing had made the heart of every spectator beat quicker. And, of course, every fellow who was building an iceboat believed that his was the better craft!
The girls had run down to the ice to see the Speedwells’ boat at closer range.
“What under the sun do you call it?” gasped Lettie Parker. “That’s a name for you! ‘Fly-up-the-Creek!’ Whoever heard of such a thing?”