"That was a great scheme you suggested about the kite the other day, Laura," declared Lance Darby. "It was as good as an aeroplane."
"What would be the matter with hitching the kite to our scooter?" suggested Chet, who overheard him.
The two chums owned a small iceboat which went, on Lake Luna, by the name of "scooter."
"Say, old man! I've got a better scheme than that!" cried Lance, suddenly.
"What say?"
"Let's combine a flying machine with an iceboat and beat out everybody on the lake this winter?"
"Wow!" shouted his chum. "Now, you've been skating with Mother Wit and have caught her inventive genius—it's contagious. Gee! what an idea!"
"That's all right. Wait till you hear my scheme," said Lance, wagging his head.
"It ought to work fine," said Bobby Hargrew, with serious face. "All you will have to do when you are sailing along the ice and come to open water will be to turn a switch and jump right into the air. Save getting your feet wet."
"Laugh all you want to," said Lance, threateningly. "When we get it done you girls will be glad enough to ride in it."
