They won't do anything to you." "If they try it on, I'll fix 'em, no matter what desperate thing I have to do to get square," snarled Hen.
"Oh, cut out all the war talk," Dick advised him gently.

"Now, wheel about." "You lemme alone! I know where I'm going," snapped Hen, making a big effort to break loose from Dick's hold.

The effort proved a disastrous one, for Hen tripped himself, slid along for a few feet and then sat down with a jarring bump on the ice.

Dick Prescott all but shared the same fate.
"Now, we've got him!" chuckled Ben Alvord, racing in and reaching out for the luckless Dutcher.
The unexpected happened.

Hen swung around, as on a pivot, extending a foot in such a way as to trip Ben and send him down on his own face.
In the gasp of astonishment that followed Hen got upon his feet, gave a swift push with his left skate and was away.
"After him, fellows!" roared Toby Ross.