"Well?" said Hackett, fiercely.
"It isn't well. But we can make no more concessions to ill temper. Hasty action must now meet with its proper reward."
"Hear—hear—what's coming?"
"Just this—let's make an enormous quantity of white pellets, otherwise known as snowballs, and in case hostilities are resumed, use them with promptness and dispatch."
"You must be going to become a pedagogue, Chub," laughed Hackett.
"We are losing valuable time by standing here gabbing," broke in Dick, impatiently. "Come ahead."
The remaining distance was quickly covered, and the boys, once more at the huts, removed their skates, and prepared to follow Dave Brandon's advice.
In a short time, by hard work, the seven boys had collected great piles of ammunition, and stood waiting.
"I suppose those chaps think that any time they choose to come along we'll run," observed Bob Somers.
"Piper and the others are pretty strong fellows," said Tom Clifton. "Did you ever notice what muscles Heydon has? I wouldn't like to get in a scrap with him."