Slowly but surely Reff Ritter came up out of the icy water, his teeth chattering loudly.

Soon he was out of danger.
"Run for the nearest farmhouse!" cried Jack.

"Put the sweater on if you want to," and he tossed the garment over.
"It was Coulter's fault," growled Reff Ritter.

"He swung the sail the wrong way." And then he ran off as advised.
"Such meanness!" snorted Pepper.

"And Coulter may be drowned!" "Ritter was always willing to lay the blame on somebody else," added Andy.
The chums skated as closely as possible to where the iceboat was drifting in a sheet of open water--a spot where some days before a farmer had been cutting ice.