With the swiftness of flight, he flashed down the hill, struck the mound, and went speeding after his companion.
"My eye! That's what I call sport!" exclaimed John Hackett, enthusiastically. "I'd like to take a fling at that myself."
"Better not, 'Hatchet.' Maybe it isn't as easy as it looks," spoke up Dick.
"Wouldn't catch me doing it," added Tom Clifton.
"Why not try it on a hill that isn't so steep?" asked Bob Somers.
John Hackett glanced from one to the other with a look of supreme scorn.
"Listen to 'em talking like a lot of scared cats," he sniffed. "Where's your sand, Somers? Do you suppose I'd let little 'Mushroom' think he has me bluffed? Well, I guess not!"
Tim Sladder and Billy Musgrove, with flushed faces and sparkling eyes, now approached.
"Hey, what do you fellers think of that?" demanded the latter. "Ain't it bully sport, eh?"
A chorus of enthusiastic responses showed the boys from Stony Creek what their visitors thought of skeeing.