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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。 I shall not skate this time。 Indeed； I am out of practice。 Mynheer； you MUST take it。〃 And Hans； blind and deaf to any remonstrance； slipped his strap into Peter's skate and implored him to put it on。
〃Come； Peter！〃 cried Lambert from the line。 〃We are waiting for you。〃
〃For madame's sake；〃 pleaded Hans； 〃be quick。 She is motioning to you to join the racers。 There； the skate is almost on。 Quick； mynheer； fasten it。 I could not possibly win。 The race lies between Master Schummel and yourself。〃
〃You are a noble fellow； Hans！〃 cried Peter； yielding at last。 He sprang to his post just as the white handkerchief fell to the ground。 The bugle sends forth its blastloud； clear； and ringing。
Off go the boys！
〃Mine Gott；〃 cries a tough old fellow from Delft。 〃They beat everything； these Amsterdam youngsters。 See them！〃
See them； indeed！ They are winged Mercuries； every one of them。 What mad errand are they on？ Ah； I know。 They are hunting Peter van Holp。 He is some fleet…footed runaway from Olympus。 Mercury and his troop of winged cousins are in full chase。 They will catch him！ Now Carl is the runaway。 The pursuit grows furiousBen is foremost！
The chase turns in a cloud of mist。 It is coming this way。 Who is hunted now？ Mercury himself。 It is Peter； Peter van Holp； fly； PeterHans is watching you。 He is sending all his fleetness； all his strength into your feet。 Your mother and sister are pale with eagerness。 Hilda is trembling and dares not look up。 Fly； Peter！ The crowd has not gone deranged； it is only cheering。 The pursuers are close upon you！ Touch the white column！ It beckonsit is reeling before youit
〃Huzza！ Huzza！ Peter has won the silver skates！〃
〃Peter van Holp！〃 shouted the crier。 But who heard him？ 〃Peter van Holp！〃 shouted a hundred voices； for he was the favorite boy of the place。 〃Huzza！ Huzza！〃
〃Now the music was resolved to be heard。 It struck up a lively air； then a tremendous march。 The spectators； thinking something new was about to happen； deigned to listen and to look。
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