For two days Phil was shut up, as a result of his bump, and Rob only ventured as far as his cousin’s, where he inwardly rejoiced that Fred could not see the yellowish purple bunch that closed his eye for the time being. the following Saturday, however, the boys were ready for fresh sport, and betook themselves to Bert’s yard, where they found that their mates had been wasting no time. At the back of the grounds, Bert and Sam were putting the finishing touches to an inclined plane of boards, while Ted was covering it with a thin layer of snow, and beating it to a hard, smooth sheet.
“Hullo, black-eye!” shouted Bert, as he caught sight of his guests. “Come on; here's some fun for you.”
“What’s that for?” asked Phil, curiously eying the crazy structure.
“That? Don’t you know?” replied Ted, with a disdainful emphasis on the last word.
“It’s a toboggan chute,” explained Bert. “We’re going to cover it with snow, and slide down on it. By the way, there are you fellows’ sleds.”
