The Rover Boys on a Hunt | Page 3

also the girls, had gone home, leaving the place to the cadets and a
few others.
"I hope we win this," remarked Randy, as the two sleds continued to
speed forward side by side.
"Of course we'll win it," came promptly from Gif Garrison.
"We've got to win it!" added Fred Rover.
"If you don't win Bill Glutts will never stop crowing over you," put in
Spouter Powell.
"Hi, there, Glutts! Keep to your side of the run," warned Jack suddenly.
The Yellow Streak had swerved over well into the middle of the road.

"I know what I'm doing," growled Glutts. "You tend to your own
business."
"Well, you know the rules," warned Jack. "You keep over on your own
side. If you don't there'll be trouble."
"Humph! you don't have to tell me what to do," growled the other cadet;
and then, striking a bit of extra smooth roadway, the Yellow Streak
bounded ahead, much to the delight of its riders.
"Hurrah! here is where we leave them behind," sang out Codfish.
"Nothing to it but the shouting," added another of Bill Glutts' cronies.
"We'll be a mile ahead by the time we reach the lake," exulted Nick
Carncross.
For half a minute it looked as if his prophecy might be true. The Yellow
Streak was gliding over the icy surface of the long hill, and
consequently going ahead, while the Blue Moon struck several soft
spots where going was anything but good.
"Oh, Jack! can't you pull out of this?" queried Gif Garrison anxiously.
"Pull over to the left where the going is harder. It's too soft here
entirely."
"I'm sticking to my side of the road, just as I was expected to do," said
Jack grimly.
The Yellow Streak disappeared over the first rise, and for a few seconds
was lost to view. But then the Blue Moon came along, and beyond this
rise found going somewhat easier. Slowly but surely they crawled up
behind the other bobsled.
"Keep to your side of the road, Glutts!" yelled Jack, in a second
warning. "If you don't, there'll be trouble."
"And you'll get the worst of it," added Randy.

"I know what I'm doing," retorted Glutts. He had found the snow
somewhat soft on his side of the road, and was now running near the
center, and occasionally crowding to Jack's side.
"We'll run into 'em sure!" came from Spouter Powell in alarm. "Look
out, Jack!"
"Look out!" echoed Fred.
"Over on your own side, or we'll smash you, Glutts!" yelled Jack, for
the Blue Moon had suddenly found going much easier and was forging
forward rapidly. "Get out of the way!"
The call was so peremptory that Glutts felt bound to obey. He swerved
to his side of the road, and with not a second to spare, for almost
instantly the Blue Moon shot past and continued down the slope toward
the lake.
"We win! we win!" yelled Andy gayly.
"But the Yellow Streak is just behind us!" cried Spouter, looking back.
"Here they come!"
"Yes, and on our side of the road, too!" cried Fred, in alarm. He turned
his head still further around. "Glutts, get to your own side!"
"Aw, dry up!" cried the other cadet, in disgust. "You don't have to act
as if you owned the whole road."
"You know the rules of the race," flung back Fred.
Crossing the highway which skirted the lake was not so easy, and
beyond this the snow was rather deep, and consequently the speed of
the Blue Moon was slackened. The Yellow Streak came dangerously
close, and then Bill Glutts seemed to lose his head completely. He
slued around to his own side of the road, but made such a short turn
that in a twinkling the long bobsled was upset and the occupants hurled
in all directions.

"There they go! They are upset!" yelled Fred. And then he lost sight of
those left behind as the Blue Moon shot out on the surface of the lake
and beyond the mark set for the end of the race.
"We win! we win!" cried Andy, leaping from the bobsled, and in the
exuberance of his spirits he turned a handspring in the snow.
"What happened to the other sled?" asked Jack, who had been so busy
steering the Blue Moon he had paid little attention to what had been
going on behind.
"They had a spill," answered Fred. "But before they took it they came
pretty close to running into us."
"It was up to them to keep to their side of the road," said Gif Garrison.
"Why, we might have had a terrible accident if they had run into us!"
There were about a dozen boys on the lake who had witnessed the
finish of the race, and these, along