CHAPTER II
'When Greek Meets Greek
Then Comes The Tug
Of War!'
Two little determined figures, with flushed, resolute faces, stood opposite one another on a narrow footbridge over a running stream.
Neither could pass the other, but neither intended going back, and the sturdy maiden, in her sailor dress, with her small hands placed on her hips, appeared quite a match for Teddy, who, with his golden head well up, looked like a war-horse scenting the battle-field.
It was thus they met again; both employing their Saturday afternoon in roaming along the edge of a stream, they had suddenly come face to face with one another.
'You're to let me come over first,' she asserted very emphatically, 'because I'm a girl.'
[Illustration: 'YOU'RE TO LET ME COME OVER FIRST,' SHE ASSERTED.]
'Boys never go back. A soldier's son never! I'm not going to turn my back before the enemy—I would disgrace my button if I did.'
'That old button!' The tone was that of utmost scorn.
Teddy's cheeks grew rosy red at once, but he said nothing.