"Hold on there a minute," he cried; "I want to fix this skate of mine."
Very deliberately he removed his strap, readjusted his skate, and began slowly to set the strap in place again.
"They want a rest, I guess. Better take off the time, umpire," sang out Fusie, dancing as lively as a cricket round Jimmie Ben, who looked as if he would like to devour him bodily.
"Shut up, Fusie!" said Hughie. "We've got all the time we need."
"You have, eh?" said Jimmie Ben, savagely.
"Yes," said Hughie, in sudden anger, for he had not forgotten Jimmie Ben's cruel swipe. "We don't need any more time than we've got, and we don't need to play any dirty tricks, either. We're going to beat you. We've got you beaten now."
"Blank your impudent face! Wait you! I'll show you!" said Jimmie Ben.
"You can't scare me, Jimmie Ben," said Hughie, white with rage. "You tried your best and you couldn't do it."