"I rather guess he will," said Bart in a low tone, as the temper of Silas Weatherby, for whom Sandy worked, was well known in that locality.
For a few moments Sandy stood surveying the scene. It looked as if it would take several men to set matters right, even if the sleigh was not broken. Then Sandy, with a sigh, set to work unhitching the horses. He led them from the ice and tied them to a tree on shore. Then he began moving the bags of feed so as to get a clear place around the vehicle. The chums watched him for a few minutes. They were thinking, as no doubt Sandy was, of that day when he had refused them a lift.
"It's a good chance to get square," murmured Bart to his companions. "We could sit down and watch him sweat over this, and laugh—but we won't!" he added quickly. "That isn't our way. We'll get square with Sandy by helping him out in his trouble. That'll make him feel just as badly as if we sat and laughed at him."
It was an application of the Biblical injunction of heaping coals of fire, but it is doubtful if the boys thought of it in that light.
"Come on!" cried Bart. He began to take off his skates, and his chums followed his example. Then, to the great surprise of Sandy, they began
