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The Speedwell Boys and Their Ice Racer: or, Lost in the Great Blizzard
The Speedwell Boys and Their Ice Racer; Or, Lost in the Great Blizzard
CHAPTER I
ON THE ROAD AND ON THE ICE
“Crickey! this is some snow, Dan. Never saw it come so fast in my life,” declared Billy Speedwell earnestly, as his brother rolled the heavy cans of milk out of the cooling room at Fifield’s.
Their new motor-truck, in which the boys picked up the milk from the various dairies under contract to Mr. Speedwell, stood near. One at a time the brothers lifted the heavy cans and tossed them into the wagon.
“You’ll likely see a lot more snow before this winter’s over, Billy,” grunted the older lad, as the last can was placed.
“If it gets deep in the roads we may have to go back to using Bob and Betty and the old delivery wagons.”
“Not much!” exclaimed Dan, with confidence. “We’ve got seventy horses in this old engine; that ought to push her through the drifts.”
“We’ll have to put the chains on her tires before we start out to-morrow morning – unless I miss my guess. This is going to be some snow,” remarked Billy.
“According to the almanac,” his brother responded, “we’re going to have many big storms this winter and lots of ice. Why! there’s a regular blizzard due before Christmas.”
“Well, I like the winter,” declared Billy. “But if the Colasha stays frozen over we’ll not use the Red Arrow again till spring.”
“No; I suppose not.”
“And with the roads deep in snow we won’t do much fast riding on either our Flying Feathers, or our racing-auto.”