He couldn't help us enough. We had
better try to work this out on our own account. I'll tackle
Baxter the first chance I get."
When the Hall was reached they looked around for the bully, but
found he had not returned. They had now to go in for their
studies, and for the time being the affair was dropped.
That afternoon found them on the lake, and while enjoying the
skating Dick was informed of what had occurred. "A bad crowd,"
said the elder Rover. "Yes, tackle Baxter, by all means. But be
cautious what you say, for you can't prove much, remember."
A race had been arranged between the boys, and Dick was one of the
contestants. The distance was from one end of the cove to the
other a little over three-quarters of a mile. There were ten
starters, including Fred, Frank, Larry, and Mumps. Mumps had a
reputation as a skater gained at his home on the Hudson River.
"All ready?" shouted the starter.
There was a dead silence.
"Go!" came the word, and away went the ten, their skates flashing
brightly in the setting sun. Soon Larry Colby was in advance,
with Mumps just over his shoulder.
"It is Larry's race!"
"Mumps is a close second!"
"Shake 'em up, Fred! What are you lagging about, Frank? Go it,
Leo!"
Skirk skirk skirk went the skate runners, and now a crowd of lads
started in pursuit of the racers.
Pages:
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162