That night Sam waited a sleepy hour beyond his bedtime to catch Peck, who spent the evening out.
“What about Shirley now?” he demanded, as soon as the door was closed behind the truant.
“He can run,” answered Duncan, coolly.
“He licked you to-day, right and good, didn’t he?”
“Yes, he did,” conceded Duncan.
“What about the day of the duel,” pursued Sam. “Didn’t he beat you then, too?”
“Perhaps he did and perhaps he didn’t. Who can tell?”
“I wasn’t so far out, anyway,” growled Sam. And Duncan thought so too, but not being wholly ready to acknowledge the error, he deferred his admission to a later time.