The wind sent them on at a tremendous pace.
"There's the big island ahead. Why, we've come four miles already! This beats any traveling I ever did," declared the delighted Frank.
"Might as well go all the way to Bellport, eh?" asked Lanky.
"Just as you say. The breeze seems to hold out all right, and is fair to take us back again, being in the west. Hit her up, my boy. Nothing in the way ahead. We'll be apt to surprise the Bellport slow wagons when we arrive in style."
Frank had apparently forgotten all his troubles of the morning. Even the pain in his head was for the time being ignored, such was the exhilaration of that rapid flight along the frozen river.
Bellport was speedily reached, and here another lot of skaters crowded around to examine the boat, and offer comments, wholly favorable.
"I just guess there'll be a dozen of the craft on the move hereabouts soon," remarked Lanky, as they once more started back home.
"You certainly stirred up a lot of breeze. I heard three fellows declare they'd have a skooter like this inside of a week," laughed Frank.
"The more the merrier. Perhaps some fellow would like to race with my Humming Bird then. I wish we had a broad lake for the sport. A winding river is poor for ice-boats, since the wind is apt to
