Dan was a bit grumpy himself. Yet he couldn’t blame Mildred. She, of course, had no idea the Speedwells, who lived so far out of town, knew anything about the plans for the evening.
“Hey, Selma!” yelled Billy, before the door closed. “Who’d they go with?”
“Das gone mit Mr. Greene and Mr. Spink,” replied the girl.
“Stung twice!” grunted Billy. “That blamed Barrington Spink is getting under my skin, Dan. He’s forever putting his oar in where it isn’t wanted. Just as sure as you live, boy, he and I are going to lock horns yet.”
“You keep out of scraps, Billy,” advised his brother, as he turned the horses.
“Take care of the bob!” cried Billy, suddenly.
Their bobsled was tailing on behind the pung and Billy didn’t want to see it smashed. “Shall we keep on to the hill?” asked Dan.
“Bet you! We’ll show Let Parker that she’s made a mistake by going with the Spink kid. No matter what he’s got to slide on—even if it goes by steam—I bet we can beat him.”
“That’s putting it pretty strong, Billy,” laughed Dan. “Do you think you can fulfill the contract?”