Dropping Laura's arm without a word, Dick skated swiftly up to Dave, called Darrin, then lightning.

As he worked young Prescott shot out a few hurried orders.
Then another great cry went up.

Dick Prescott was sprinting fast toward the thin ice.

Close to where Fred Ripley had gone down there was another great rent in the ice.
Dick Prescott was "in the freeze," in quest of his enemy!.