“And we will give you the handsome trimming you so narrowly missed to-day!” asserted Jack Ware.
“Anticipation is sometimes more satisfactory than realization!” laughingly retorted Dick. “Look out that you are not disappointed Wednesday!”
As the train pulled out the Fairport boys gave a lusty cheer, which was answered from the open windows of the cars.
“Well, by juj-juj-juj-jingoes!” said Chip Jolliby. “I am gug-gug-gug-glad of one thing: We’re not going home bub-bub-bub-bub-beaten.”
“But we did come within a hair of it,” said Barron Black. “If we had not lost Gardner——”
“’Ush, there is Darrell!” cautioned Bradley.
“I don’t care if he hears me!” said Black. “He came as near doing us up to-day as possible, and I don’t believe he wanted us to win.”
“’E’ll fight hif ’e ’ears you,” said the cockney youth.
“He is too interested in Doris Templeton to hear anything,” asserted Barron. “See how he is laughing and talking with her. Why, I haven’t seen him that way for months! He has been sullen, and sour, and grouchy all the time. What’s come over him so suddenly?”
“Fellers!” piped Obediah Tubbs, rising and waving his fat hands in the air, “I perpose a little music; let’s sing—let’s all sing! Let’s sing some classic air by some great composer!”