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They are off！
No。 Back again。 Their line was not true in passing the judges' stand。
The signal is repeated。
Off again。 No mistake this time。 Whew！ How fast they go！
The multitude is quiet for an instant； absorbed in eager； breathless watching。
Cheers spring up along the line of spectators。 Huzza！ Five girls are ahead。 Who comes flying back from the boundary mark？ We cannot tell。 Something red； that is all。 There is a blue spot flitting near it； and a dash of yellow nearer still。 Spectators at this end of the line strain their eyes and wish they had taken their post nearer the flagstaff。
The wave of cheers is coming back again。 Now we can see。 Katrinka is ahead！
She passes the Van Holp pavilion。 The next is Madame van Gleck's。 That leaning figure gazing from it is a magnet。 Hilda shoots past Katrinka； waving her hand to her mother as she passes。 Two others are close now； whizzing on like arrows。 What is that flash of red and gray？ Hurray； it is Gretel！ She； too； waves her hand； but toward no gay pavilion。 The crowd is cheering； but she hears only her father's voice。 〃Well done； little Gretel！〃 Soon Katrinka； with a quick； merry laugh； shoots past Hilda。 The girl in yellow is gaining now。 She passes them all； all except Gretel。 The judges lean forward without seeming to lift their eyes from their watches。 Cheer after cheer fills the air； the very columns seem rocking。 Gretel has passed them。 She has won。
〃Gretel Brinker； one mile！〃 shouts the crier。
The judges nod。 They write something upon a tablet which each holds in his hand。
While the girls are restingsome crowding eagerly around our frightened little Gretel； some standing aside in high disdainthe boys form a line。
Mynheer van Gleck drops the handkerchief this time。 The buglers give a vigorous blast！ The boys have started！
Halfway already！ Did ever you see the like？
Three hundred legs flashing by in an instant。 But there are only twenty boys。 No matter； there were hundreds of legs； I am sure！ Where are they now？ There is such a noise； one gets bewildered。 What are the people laughing at？ Oh； at that fat boy in the rear。 See him go！ See him！ He'll be down in an instant； no； he won't。 I wonder if he knows he is all alone； the other boys are nearly at the boundary line。 Yes； he knows it。 He stops！ He wipes his hot face。 He takes off his cap and looks about him。 Better to give up with a good grace。 He has made a hundred friends by that hearty； astonished laugh。 Good Jacob Poot！
The fine fellow is already among the spectators； gazing as eagerly as the rest。
A cloud of feathery ice flies from the heels of the skaters as they 〃bring to〃 and turn at the flagstaffs。
Something black is coming now； one of the boysit is all we know。 He has touched the vox humana stop of the crowd； it fairly roars。 Now they come nearerwe can see the red cap。 There's Benthere's Peterthere's Hans！
Hans is ahead！ Young Madame van Gend almost crushes the flowers in her hand； she had been quite sure that Peter would be first。 Carl Schummel is next； then Ben； and the youth with the red cap。 A tall figure darts from among them。 He passes the red cap； he passes Ben； then Carl。 Now it is an even race between him and Hans。 Madame van Gend catches her breath。
It is Peter！ He is ahead！ Hans shoots past him。 Hilda's eyes fill with tears。 Peter MUST beat。 Annie's eyes flash proudly。 Gretel gazes with clasped handsfour strokes more will take her brother to the columns。
He is there！ Yes； but so was young Schummel just a second before。 At the last instant Carl； gathering his powers； had whizzed between them and passed the goal。
〃Carl Schummel； one mile！〃 shouts the crier。
Soon Madame van Gleck rises again。 The falling handkerchief starts the bugle； and the bugle； using its voice as a bowstring； shoots of twenty girls like so many arrows。
It is a beautiful sight； but one has not long to look； before we can fairly distinguish them they are far in the distance。 This time they are close upon one another。 it is hard to say as they come speeding back from the flagstaff which will reach the columns first。 There are new faces among the foremosteager； glowing faces； unnoticed before。 Katrinka is there； and Hilda； but Gretel and Rychie are in the rear。 Gretel is wavering； but when Rychie passes her； she starts forward afresh。 Now they are nearly beside Katrinka。 Hilda is still in advance； she is almost 〃home。〃 She has not faltered since that bugle note sent her flying； like an arrow still she is speeding toward the goal。 Cheer after cheer rises in the air。 Peter is silent； but his eyes shine like stars。 〃Huzza！ Huzza！〃
The crier's voice is heard again。
〃Hilda van Gleck； one mile！〃
A loud murmur of approval runs through the crowd； catching the music in its course； till all seems one sound； with a glad rhythmic throbbing in its depths。 When the flag waves all is still。
Once more the bugle blows a terrific blast。 It sends off the boys like chaff before the winddark chaff I admit； and in big pieces。
It is whisked around at the flagstaff； driven faster yet by the cheers and shouts along the line。 We begin to see what is coming。 There are three boys in advance this time； and all abreast。 Hans； Peter； and Lambert。 Carl soon breaks the ranks； rushing through with a whiff！ Fly； Hans； fly； Peter； don't let Carl beat again。 Carl the bitter。 Carl the insolent。 Van Mounen is flagging； but you are strong as ever。 Hans and Peter； Peter and Hans； which is foremost？ We love them both。 We scarcely care which is the fleeter。
Hilda； Annie； and Gretel； seated upon the long crimson bench； can remain quiet no longer。 They spring to their feetso different and yet one in eagerness。 Hilda instantly reseats herself。 None shall know how interested she is； none shall know how anxious； how filled with one hope。 Shut your eyes then； Hildahide our face rippling with joy。 Peter has beaten。
〃Peter van Holp； one mile！〃 calls the crier。
The same buzz of excitement as before； while the judges take notes； the same throbbing of music through the din； but something is different。 A little crowd presses close about some object； near the column。 Carl has fallen。 He is not hurt； though somewhat stunned。 if he were less sullen he would find more sympathy in these warm young hearts。 As it is they forget him as soon as he is fairly on his feet again。
The girls are to skate their third mile。
How resolute the little maidens look as they stand in a line！ Some are solemn with a sense of responsibility； some wear a smile half bashful； half provoked； but one air of determination pervades them all。
This third mile may decide the race。 Still； if neither Gretel nor Hilda wins； there is yet a chance among the rest for the silver skates。
Each girl feels sure that this time she will accomplish the distance in one half of the time。 How they stamp to try their runners！ How nervously they examine each strap！ How erect they stand at last； every eye upon Madame van Gleck！
The bugle thrills through them again。 With quivering eagerness they spring forward； bending； but in perfect balance。 Each flashing stroke seems longer than the last。
Now they are skimming off in the distance。
Again the eager straining of eyes； again the shouts and cheering； again the thrill of excitement as； after a few moments； four or five； in advance of the rest； come speeding back； nearer； nearer to the white columns。
Who is first？ Not Rychie； Katrinka； Annie； nor Hilda； nor the girl in yellow； but GretelGretel； the fleetest sprite of a girl that ever skated。 She was but playing in the earlier races； NOW she is in earnest； or rather； something within her has determined to win。 That lithe little form makes no effort； but it cannot stopnot until the goal is passed！
In vain the crier lifts his voice。 He cannot be heard。 He has no news to tellit is already ringing through the crowd。 GRETEL HAS WON THE SILVER SKATES！
Like a bird she has flown over the ice； like a bird she looks about her in a timid； startled way。 She longs to dart to the sheltered nook where her father and mother stand。 But Hans is beside herthe girls are crowding round。 Hilda's kind； joyous voice breathes in her ear。 From that hour； none will despise her。 Goose girl or not； Gretel stands acknowledged queen of the skaters！
With natural pride Hans turns to see if Peter van Holp is witnessing his sister's triumph。 Peter is not looking toward them at all。 He is kneeling； bending his troubled face low； and working hastily at his skate strap。 Hans is beside him at once。
〃Are you in trouble； mynheer？〃
〃Ah； Hans； that you？ Yes； my fun is over。 I tried to tighten my strapto make a new holeand this botheration of a knife has cut it nearly in two。〃
〃Mynheer；〃 said Hans； at the same time pulling off a skate； 〃you must use my strap！〃
〃Not I； indeed； Hans Brinker；〃 cried Peter； looking up； 〃though I thank you warmly。 Go to your post； my friend； the bugle will be sounding in another minute。〃
〃Mynheer；〃 pleaded Hans in a husky voice； 〃you have called me your friend。 Take this strapquick！ There is not an instant to lose。