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"We could skate up, or go part way in the ice-boat with the boys." "I think so," said Mrs. Bobbsey. "I know who you could take on the iceboat," said Freddie, passing his plate for more turkey. "Who?" asked Bert. "Dinah!" cried the little fellow. "She would be so heavy that she couldn't roll off, and if the ice-boat started to blow away she'd be as good as an anchor." "That's right!" cried Nan.

"I'll go, Reff!" cried Mumps. "So will I!" added a cadet named White. "All right, jump aboard," cried the bully, and Mumps and White lost no time in doing as bidden. "Where do you want to race to?" asked Fred. "Up to Dorsett's Point and back." "All right. Are you ready?" "Yes." "Then let her go!" yelled the owner of Skimmer; and in a moment the iceboat race had started.

The former major of the school battalion realized only too well that he must not let the drowning boy catch him by the neck, otherwise both would go down to rise no more. He shoved Coulter as far off as possible and at the same time struck out to regain the surface of the lake. When the pair came up they were some distance from the iceboat and also some distance from the edge of the ice.

He seemed to feel his tongue swell in his parched mouth. His strength was gone and his throat was in an iron vice. He struck out wildly with his feet and one fortunate kick sent the rudder almost at right angles. Instantly the boat flashed around into the wind. Even if a man is prepared for such a thing, it takes all his nerve and strength to keep him on an iceboat. Staples was not prepared.

Great periods of silence lay between the ringings of the bell, and at such times only faint laughter floated out from shore, or blocks chipped and rattled as a sail came down or a concertina squeaked fitfully where it was played on a Norwegian iceboat at the harbor quay.

Why, we hardly hoped for the honor of meeting you again. Whom were you flying from in such haste?" "Snails," retorted Lambert. "What kept you?" "We have been talking, and besides, we halted once to give Poot a chance to rest." "He begins to look rather worn-out," said Lambert in a low voice. Just then a beautiful iceboat with reefed sail and flying streamers swept leisurely by.

"Dat ish no little no papies to go for poat!" The boys laughed but exchanged uneasy glances. It would be great fun to jump on an iceboat, if they had a chance, but to abandon so shamefully their grand undertaking who could think of such a thing? An animated discussion arose at once. Captain Peter brought his party to a halt.

"Don't quarrel!" mocked Carl, looking back at Jacob as he skated. "Who's quarreling? Poot, you're a goose!" "I can't help that," was Jacob's meek reply. "See! they are nearing the turn of the canal." "NOW we can see!" cried Ludwig in great excitement. "Peter will make it first, I know." "He can't for Ben is ahead!" insisted Carl. "Gunst! That iceboat will run over him. No! He is clear!

"I've got those plans for our new iceboat nearly finished, with several novel suggestions which I'd like to ask your opinion about before I order the wood to make it in my shop." "I guess I can run across lots, and spend half an hour with you, Toby," Jack announced; "though I couldn't promise to stay late, because I ought to be doing some of my lessons, you know.

The iceboat was now within ten feet of the ice, so he could see Coulter quite plainly. The poor fellow had been ducked in the water and was shaking from head to feet from cold. "We'll soon have you ashore, Gus!" he called out. "Keep up your courage." "I I can't hold on much longer!" was the gasped-out reply. "I am free freezing to de death!"

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