on the ice, and he went through that, heaving spray like one of them
circular lawn sprinklers the summer folks have. He'd have been as pretty
as a fountain, if we'd had time to stop and look at him.

"For the land sakes, heave to!" I yelled, soon's I could get my breath.
"You've spilled the skipper!"

"Skipper be durned!" howls Jonadab, squeezing the tiller and keeping on
the course; "We'll come back for him by and by. It's our business to win
this race."

And, by ginger! we DID win it. The way Jonadab coaxed that cocked hat on
runners over the ice was pretty--yes, sir, pretty! He nipped her close
enough to the wind'ard, and he took advantage of every single chance.
He always COULD sail; I'll say that for him. We walked up on Archie like
he'd set down to rest, and passed him afore he was within a half mile of
home. We run up abreast of Dillaway's, putting on all the fancy frills
of a liner coming into port, and there was Ebenezer and a whole crowd of
wedding company down by the landing.

"Gosh!" says Jonadab, tugging at his whiskers: "'Twas Cape Cod against
New York that time, and you can't beat the Cape when it comes to getting
over water, not even if the water's froze. Hey, Barzilla?"

Ebenezer came hopping over the ice towards us. He looked some surprised.

"Where's Phil?" he says.

Now, I'd clean forgot Phil and I guess Jonadab had, by the way he
colored up.