"What has that got to do with a skating match?" demanded Hackett. "Eh, 'Mushroom'?"
"Huh! d'ye mean to say that you feel like skating after sich a tumble as you had?" demanded Musgrove, in astonishment.
"A little thing like that doesn't bother me," said Hackett, reflectively, rubbing his left shoulder. "Who wants to go in the match?"
"I will," said Bob Somers.
"Count me in, too," added Dick Travers.
"And me, too," said Randall.
"How about you, Chubby?" asked Bob.
"Count me out of it," replied Dave, promptly.
"For the championship of Lake Wolverine let it be," grinned John Hackett. "Where'll we begin?"
"From here—to the end of the lake, in your direction," answered Musgrove, promptly.