will make him strong, and brush off some of the hair he carries around with him."
The boys made a number of snowballs and, led by Dave, waited for the appearance of the cutter. Soon it turned the bend, the horse on a trot and the sleighbells jingling merrily.
"Now then, all together!" shouted Dave, and prepared to hurl a snowball at the man who was driving.
"Hold on!" yelled Roger, suddenly.
But the warning cry came too late for Dave and Phil, who were in the lead. They let fly their snowballs, and the man in the cutter was struck in the chin and the ear. He fell backward, but speedily recovered and stopped his horse.
"You young rascals!" he spluttered hoarsely. "What do you mean by snowballing me in this fashion!"
"Job Haskers!" murmured Dave, in consternation.
"What a mistake!" groaned Phil. "We are in for it now!"
