The matter was talked over for some time, but no satisfactory conclusion
could be reached, and presently the boys separated, some to go skating
and others to attend to their studies for the morrow.
Down at the lake the scene was an animated one. Boys were flying in
every direction, and mingled with them were a dozen or more girls and a
few grown persons. George Strong, the head teacher, was there, enjoying
himself fully as much as the pupils who loved him.
"I'll race you, Mr. Strong!" sang out one of the older boys, Tom
Mardell.
"Done, Master Mardell," was the teacher's answer. "To yonder rock and
return." And in a moment more the pair were off.
"Hurrah! A race between Mr. Strong and Tom Mardell!" came in a shout
from a number of the students, and soon there was a general "lining up"
to see how it would terminate.
"Go in, Tom!" shouted Tom Rover. "Don't let him beat you!"
"Mr. Strong is behind!" came presently. "Tom is going to win out, sure!"
On and on went the skaters, until the rock was gained.
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