with their clamor and the wooded bank threw back the frantic cries of
"Come on, Schon!" "Go it, Harry!" "Skate! Skate!"

And skate they did, the cherry-red jersey and the brown sweater.
Schonberg made a last despairing effort when twenty feet from the line
and fairly ate up the ice, but even as he did so Harry brought her feet
together, pulled herself erect and slid over the finish three yards
ahead, beating her adversary, as Chub said, "in a walk!"

The throngs surrounded the racers, and Harry, flushed of face, panting
and laughing, was applauded and congratulated until the din was
deafening. Then Schonberg pushed his way through the ranks of her
admirers, his red face smiling stiffly. He held out his hand to Harry
and removed his red cap.

"You're a bully skater, Miss Emery," he said. "But I guess you wouldn't
have won if you hadn't taken a short cut."

"No, I wouldn't," answered Harry with the magnanimity of the conqueror.
"You'd have beaten me easily."

Schonberg's smile became more amiable.

"Anyway, I can beat any of the fellows here," he said, recovering some
degree of self-sufficiency. And no one contradicted him. "You took big
risks when you came across that rotten ice," he went on. "I wouldn't
have tried that for a thousand dollars!"

"You wouldn't?" asked Harry, opening her blue eyes very wide. "Why, I'd
do it any day--and just for the School!"

CHAPTER XVII

THE HOCKEY CHAMPIONSHIP IS DECIDED

Roy had passed his examinations without flunking in a thing, and while
that may not sound like much of an achievement to you who doubtless are
accustomed to winning all sorts of honors, it pleased him hugely. They
had proved pretty stiff, those exams, and he had trembled in his shoes
considerably when the day for the announcement of results had come. But
it was all right. To be sure, 68 in English wasn't anything to brag
about, but he was happier over that than the 92 in Latin, which was his
highest mark.

Jack received one of the six scholarships, which carried with it beside
the honor sufficient money to cancel the year's tuition fee. Chub, too,
was happy. He was happy because he had failed only in Mathematics where
he had feared to fail all along the line.

I don't know whether Roy's mother was pleased; possibly not; possibly
she had not entirely relinquished her hopes of a scholarship for him.
But Roy's father, if his letter was to be believed, was in the seventh
heaven of bliss. Roy scowled