Chapter 17 CHAPTER XVII

"TIP-UPS" FOR PICKEREL

Tom Betts came up from the frozen creek.

"I don't believe that little snow ought to keep us from trying the scheme we laid out between us, Jack," he said, looking entreatingly at the other.

"Why, no, there wasn't enough to hurt the skating," replied the other, readily, much to Tom's evident satisfaction.

"Bully fo