breathed the girl, her eyes fastened on the laughing face of her brother.
"Oh, we went over, all right. Something had to give, and it was our mast. We happened to be moving rather slowly at the time, and tacking across the river, so it fell to one side, and not on us. Of course we were tumbled off, and I cut the back of my left hand, either on some sharp ice, or a runner of the boat. After a bit we managed to get the mast stepped again in a way, and came home."
Mr. Allen shook his head seriously.
"It has got to stop, that's all there is to it. If that vicious boy keeps on he will do something terrible some day with his pranks."
Nothing more was said, and Frank hoped his father would let the matter drop. He had his own plans as to how he could settle his long overdue account with Lef Seller, and believed that the time was nearly ripe for an accounting.
Calling up some of the school athletic committee, he announced that he had brought back an acceptance to the challenge. It was quickly arranged that they come to his house and act upon it that very night. Time was valuable, since Christmas was almost upon them, and the match on the ice scheduled to take place on the second day after.
Presently, fellows began to arrive. Mrs. Allen and Helen, as was customary, prepared some cake
