“Then that other boy will turn green with jealousy,” laughed Dick. “It will be a great triumph for Sammy.”
“He deserves it.”
“I agree with you. He is a most remarkable fellow, and I like him. Evidently he’s a poor boy. But he didn’t whimper when his wheel was smashed, and that is why I say he is remarkable. Most boys would have put up a terrible outcry over it.”
“It is strange that my brother should have been hurt so badly just from falling backward out of the carriage when the horse started,” said June.
“Is it a fact that he is badly hurt?” asked Dick.
“I fear so. The doctor told me that, at least, we had not better think of returning to Fardale before to-morrow. He said he would be able to say positively to-morrow whether Chester is badly hurt or not. He is coming back with another doctor in a short time, and they will make a more complete examination.”
“For your sake,” said Dick sincerely, “I am very sorry that your brother was hurt.”
Dick spoke with perfect truthfulness, and she understood him. It is not likely that he would have felt keen regret on Chester’s account alone, but his interest in June made it possible for him to be sorry, as the affair had caused her distress.
She thanked him, but she did not misinterpret his words in the least. She understood that her brother and Dick Merriwell were persistent and unrelenting enemies.
“I was so glad to see you win the game to-day,” she said, seeming to wish to change the subject.