ringing crash of steel on crystal.

"Got to hand it to 'em!" exclaimed Walter, with admiration. "That's some
sled Linda's got."

"So's ours," Bess said stoutly. "See, they're not going to run farther
than we did."

"I don't know about that," murmured Nan, honestly.

"Come on!" Bess cried. "Let's get back and try it again. I know those
horrid things can't beat the _Sky-rocket_."

The other girls had already piled upon the bobsled. Walter started them
with a push and called a "good-bye" after them. He was going to put on
his own skates and skate up the strait to the Mason house. The family was
staying here on the shores of Lake Huron much later than usual this year.

Nan Sherwood and Bess Harley had no trouble at all in dragging their
mates across the ice upon the _Sky-rocket_. Linda's sled, the _Gay Girl_,
did go farther than the first-named sled, and Bess was anxious to get to
the top of the hill to try it over again.

"It will never do in this world to let them crow over us," Bess declared.

She and Nan slipped off their skates at the edge of the ice and all six
laid hold of the long rope to pull the _Sky-rocket_ up the hill.

A fourth bobsled rushed past them, the girls screaming and laughing; and
then a fifth flew by.