"Clear the track!" "The clown!" muttered Jack.

"Does he want to run into us ?" Fred worked quickly, assisted by all the others and the _Skimmer_ was thrown out of her course.

On rushed both of the iceboats and the _Rosebud_ slid by the other with less than six inches to spare.
"Ritter, that wasn't fair!" shouted Fred.

"I won't race with a fellow who won't sail fair!" "You go to grass! I don't care about the race anyway!" howled the bully.
"You are beaten and you know it," cried Pepper.
"In a regular race such actions would disqualify you," was Jack's comment.
"Oh, don't preach! I know what I am doing!" grumbled Ritter, and then he steered off in another direction and out of hearing.
"What a mean bully he is getting to be!" said Fred.

"It seems to me he is much worse than he was when I first came to the Hall." "He is slowly but surely losing his grip here and that is souring him," answered Jack.