"Still, it's fine to see every event all but crowded." "In how many events are you entered ?" asked the girl.
"Only one, the freshman's mile.

That will be swift work, and there are two turns, the way the course is to be laid out." "Why didn't you enter more of the freshman events ?" Laura asked.
"Well, it will take a lot of good wind to keep going at a swift pace for a mile.

I want to save all my strength and wind for that one event." "What is the prize in the freshman's mile ?" asked Laura, fumbling in her muff for the card of the day's events.
"You noticed that handsome Canadian toboggan, didn't you ?" "The one with the side hand-rails ?" Laura asked, looking up brightly into his face.

"Yes; that ought to have been one of the prizes in the girls' events." "Why ?" queried Dick, looking a bit disconcerted.
"Why, those hand-rails are meant for timid girls to take hold of.

A boy would never want a toboggan with hand-rails." "Perhaps the fellow who's going to win the freshman's mile expects to invite some of the young ladies to go out tobogganing with him," hinted young Prescott.
"Is it _fixed_ who shall win that race ?" demanded Laura, teasingly.
"Hardly that," Dick rejoined, dryly.
"Then how do you know the coming owner's intentions, if you don't know who is going to win the race ?" Miss Bentley insisted.
"Well, you see, it's this way ?" Dick admitted, "I've made up my mind to win that race." "So you regard the race as being as good as won by yourself ?" smiled the physician's daughter.
"It's one of the rules of Dick & Co.," Prescott answered, as they turned and skated slowly back toward the center of the cove, "when we go into anything we consider it as good as won from the outset." "Well, I like that spirit," Laura admitted.