heads that we've actually a chance to beat Clifford at their own game," answered his chum.
"Well, what's the matter, don't you think we can do them up?" demanded Lanky.
"I hope so. Anyhow, we're just going to give them the best that's in us," was the guarded reply.
Lanky was the impetuous one, and always filled with a positive belief in his own powers to win out. Frank often had to curb this spirit, which might have led to disastrous results if allowed full rein. In his opinion it was far better to never underrate the foe, while at the same time ready to exert every atom of ability in order to accomplish a victory.
They separated soon after, each going to his own home. Frank found that his folks were already at the table, and after hurriedly brushing up he took his place.
His sister Helen seemed to know where he had gone, for one of the first things she did was to ask about the success of his mission.
"I brought back the acceptance to our challenge. It's all right," said Frank, who wondered why Helen was looking at him so strangely.
"I saw you go off with Lanky on his new ice-boat; did it work all right?" she inquired.
"Fine. We had a race going up, and won, hands down," replied her brother.
